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Pane along my forehead, pang

Of crack, slack glass, smooth

Ass (Disregard that last one

Until our suns are the same) Any

Day now I'll blossom the answer

From the nervous ground, spin

The clouds around and make

A whisper for your eyes, your sighs

And something more serious

Than the shyness

Of a hard year. Dear, dear

One: Explain me again

To myself. Latch...
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y:
That's a really good one.
wildswan:
You must purchase Rivers and Tides on DVD! What did you think of it?

His work is a perfect example of how scale impacts the viewer( not to mention the artist). Scale is a critical part of any work... as critical as the media the artist chooses.

By the way, I saw it at the cinema, and I cried because it was so overwhelming.
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Faint scent
Of
Jasmine, light.

Faint scent of
Light, loud

Dust. Wrist is tool, wool

And a steaming of

Herb. It's

A matter of trust, how

I make rise
From the chair
My hair, my lips, my

Old
Discomfort a
Blended cushion
Of pin and
Comfort. You'll

Begin your weaving
I'll pretend
Leaves aren't
Losing green, I'll

Smile, a while
Be gone
A while

A...
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vuokko:
"My tongue doesn't stick out of my mouth very far, so when I lick clit (which I LOVE to do!) the underneath of my tongue gets all scraped and raw from rubbing on my lower front teeth."

You know it hurts so good. tongue

Wow, I hope your finances improve soon. And that you get a gallery!

I've started doing a collaborative project with a painter. I'll document it in a few months and show you what we're doing.
wildswan:
Man! I'll have to get back to you on the issue of scale as it relates to the impact on the viewer.
I would like to ask you, though, if you've seen Rivers and Tides. Have you seen Rivers and Tides?
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Faint scent
Of
Jasmine, light.

Faint scent of
Light, loud

Dust. Wrist is tool, wool

And a steaming of

Herb. It's

A matter of trust, how

I make rise
From the chair
My hair, my lips, my

Old
Discomfort a
Blended cushion
Of pin and
Comfort. You'll

Begin your weaving
I'll pretend
Leaves aren't
Losing green, I'll

Smile, be gone
A while

A short mile...
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vervain______:
yay!!!!
y:
Is it just my dirty mind or is that a photo of a woman's shaved pudenda?

I love the first 'bark' one, with the 'moon-spot'.

And I love your Bouville thingamy.
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"Wrights in
Leathers, tames

A wing..."

*

I follow you;
The lists
Are made. I taste

Your
Words. I trace

The others
How
They've

Learned you, and

Have they? The

Exotic motion
Of
My
Matchless

Solitude
Has
Prayed

A dance
For
Me: "To

Push
A stone
Away."

What
Language in

Is the caption
Of
History

Without
Warning?

I make my
Bed; I've read

My books...
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quanta:
very funny mister wink
quanta:
btw i really like the positive attitude you have regarding money!
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viva:
yeah buddy, arizona is great I just checked out lots of native art galleries yesterday and they were the shit. Heading back to vegas happily today.
vervain______:
i just bought the book, actually. funny. that was one of my purchases at borders the other day. then i found out you had the book and the movie. the more of the story. the female instructing at the end is a god figure. the poem is based on a tarot spread i just did.
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And what were you thinking? The entrance overlooked. I

Cheer the space with enameled exhaustion, trace the center like

The shape of a mattress in a causal cage. Here is the ankle

Like an axle, here is the taxing solstice of arms, there

Is the rain as funny as mercury trapped between two skulls.

It's dry today.

Letters curl around bottles, bottles break, words begin...
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hotpinkauras:
Hey. How goes things friend.

I was hoping and I am asking if you can send me a bit of Reiki. I havent been on Sg much, but I am thinkking of returning, it was very therapeutic b4.

So whats new with you?

I have recieved my certs for Reiki level 1 AND 2, i am in training for Master teacher. I do teach the self hypnosis if you are ever interested let me know.

Hope life finds you well and happy.

hugs kiss
hotpinkauras:
btw i love the pic, and the poem, hehe, that sounds funny to me....not much sleep, lolery smile
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In my warm chest
I built a cooling globe.

In my cold chest ribs
Burned. All around the world

Is a ridiculous saying

To have been.




Bones blush like a square wheel.




I dirty the bulb with a tone of shade

Unrevealed. I mean

Not previous. Impervious.

Congealed.



(When I was a kid, when we would take long family drives through the Texas countryside
Ranchers...
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aspasia:
Thanks for your compliments on my art.

And no, I'm not alright. But hey, I could be dying: it could be worse.
chryssi:
I read the comments to this poem on the Urban Cafe Group. It is no wonder how insightful you are, with all of that death in you. Tell me about it later when you can . I would really llike to know more about that part of you.