Teeth, Don't leave!
Spite the white Liquid
from my bosom's sleeve
Teeth, Please stay!
Spite the white Angel
me arms doth sway
I'm a slave to her lips
as she grips to my heart
and to my twisted hips
can no wits will apart
a mother's wild love
for her child or her art
Samstag, 28. Juli 2012
Abonnieren
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Physical Scholarship* and Sleepy Glutes
Life’s circumstances provided two unexpected opportunities this week, which furthered my physical-philosophical study in significant ways. A...
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Catharsis is an asymmetrical existential balancing act. It appears to be intimately linked with the act of art. Are catharsis and art insepa... -
Thou shalt eat death, and thou shalt shit death. To live. And death will feed the seed that nurtures you. Because death is life. And life i...