May 2011
7 posts
“This has been in my head for some time…an ambition unsettled, an idea possessive.
Beckoning succession. And thus, my most marvelous heist will be the completion of 600 oils by Oct 30th 2011.” —
Beckoning succession. And thus, my most marvelous heist will be the completion of 600 oils by Oct 30th 2011.” —
“i would stumble but never stop.
i would, the will of wanting, the call and spark.
i, the burdened promise with feet bare, the nail eager.” —
i would, the will of wanting, the call and spark.
i, the burdened promise with feet bare, the nail eager.” —
“You follow me in madness…my quickened steps, my bitter taste.
This waltz, our shadows and paint.
Ashes the same - the dust on my paws and the smell of your flesh.
My nails swallowed in your hair- my nose to your breast.
My skull rising and sinking into your lips.
That stale whiff- your neck and clothes my bliss.
I beg from a wish- i beckon you, stay…or my hands will fade, my fingers and touch,
my self will rot.” —myself
This waltz, our shadows and paint.
Ashes the same - the dust on my paws and the smell of your flesh.
My nails swallowed in your hair- my nose to your breast.
My skull rising and sinking into your lips.
That stale whiff- your neck and clothes my bliss.
I beg from a wish- i beckon you, stay…or my hands will fade, my fingers and touch,
my self will rot.” —myself
