our local museum has a little exhibit of Raphael's
drawings. how cool is that? spent some time there
looking at this guy's work and it's amazing.
how can you encapsulate so much into one line,
one tiny fucking line. put it all together and
make it a perfect body with one stroke.
Human body by far is the most fascinating subject
matter to me. Figurative work can have so much
freaking emotion and drama and life in it...
anyway, i'm off on a rant. forgive me...
I've been listening to a lot of the Doors lately.
don't know why. All of a sudden it all started to
make sense - the music, the lyrics, the screaming.
Once I was reading an article on Balthus... and was
like: holy shit, this guy's work is incredible!
but i've never noticed it before... So, my professor
and mentor at the time told me : "Sometimes,
you notice things when it's time to.." I guess it's
time. It happens too often lately - certain things
that were always a mystery to me, started making
sense. May be i'm growing up. Everybody says
I act and look older for my age. I sort of fell old
but not wise... you know. But wisdom comes with
experience not age. Not enough of that funny
sticky substance - experience. even though I've
been subjecting myself to some unusual shit
lately, just to say yeah, I've done it, it still
feels not enough. I want to turn myself inside out
and touch things, or may be explode into thousands
little pieces and go all over the place. Go and never
look back. I always look back. Sometimes I even
stay so that I don't have to look back. I was looking
back at you to see if you were looking back at me
to see if I was looking back at you. do you get it?
drawings. how cool is that? spent some time there
looking at this guy's work and it's amazing.
how can you encapsulate so much into one line,
one tiny fucking line. put it all together and
make it a perfect body with one stroke.
Human body by far is the most fascinating subject
matter to me. Figurative work can have so much
freaking emotion and drama and life in it...
anyway, i'm off on a rant. forgive me...
I've been listening to a lot of the Doors lately.
don't know why. All of a sudden it all started to
make sense - the music, the lyrics, the screaming.
Once I was reading an article on Balthus... and was
like: holy shit, this guy's work is incredible!
but i've never noticed it before... So, my professor
and mentor at the time told me : "Sometimes,
you notice things when it's time to.." I guess it's
time. It happens too often lately - certain things
that were always a mystery to me, started making
sense. May be i'm growing up. Everybody says
I act and look older for my age. I sort of fell old
but not wise... you know. But wisdom comes with
experience not age. Not enough of that funny
sticky substance - experience. even though I've
been subjecting myself to some unusual shit
lately, just to say yeah, I've done it, it still
feels not enough. I want to turn myself inside out
and touch things, or may be explode into thousands
little pieces and go all over the place. Go and never
look back. I always look back. Sometimes I even
stay so that I don't have to look back. I was looking
back at you to see if you were looking back at me
to see if I was looking back at you. do you get it?
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to acquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance
this stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
death, old friend
death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
i watched a documentary (you know how much i love those) on bengal and siberian tigers and i thought of you. a guy threw boiling water into the air, and it froze and fell like snow. (in russia)