paper veins in butterfly wings
The human figure is such a thing of beauty.
wouldn't you like to move with her?
and flow - like rain
fall like
breeze?
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I don't have much to say these days. Just the monotonous tune of parental whims, lectures and plans for the future. I have, however, aquired a baby cactus in which I named Billy. cute thing.
The trees are starting to look like they're on fire. splattered with chips of yellow enamel. a solemn painter's frustration and a manic poet's listlessness.
anomie,
it's so beautiful in fall.
posted by Melba Toast @ 3:21 AM
4 Comments:
Beautifully said; I am not quite sure in reference to what, exactly, but beautifully said, none the less.
She's talking about the trees turning yellow. And yes, well said.
And yes, fall is beautiful. In a sorta sad way.
yeah, I was thinking that but just to avoid sounding like a fool, I remained ignorant.
OR she could be talking about her inner-pryomaniac tendencies. haven't you ever REALLY wanted to light something on fire for artistic reasons?
Yeah neither have I. That would be weird.
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