

Untitled No. 1Listen to the incantation of raindrops as they pass from gray clouds to our mother's doorstep. Dreams of miracles yet to come harbor in their watery husks. Stand before this cage splashed with beauty and stealth and arranged with locks that have grown frail. A simple breath and all life is joined in the frontier.Untitled No. 1
My feet are shackles from another time. My head, a window long closed to another place. Yet, there are places that salvage the exquisite tongue and assemble her wild light like singing birds the sun. I have seen these places among the stillness of the other side. Calling like a lover's kiss. to know again what I have kno
Rythm
you work has been featured in my journal [link]
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Thank you so much for adding something of my work to your favorite, i probablly won't find the time to thank you, but of course i'll find the right time to look at your gallery!!
yet another self portrait.
heh.
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Jesus loves you. Everyone else thinks you're an asshole.
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"we dont run America but we make America run"- Immortal technique
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"I'm not the Kool-Aid man, either- he just busted through big walls, and told people to drink refreshing sugar water. I can't break through thick walls- I have to piece them apart, brick by brick..and there's only one door. Through Heaven."~s0lidsn4k3
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thanx for adding
into your eyes,my face remains
to ur
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~MissAnthrope
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