Blue, black, bruise on skin, shapely scar, handsome mark, a touch of needle steel and and ink. Once upon a time, I was the tin man, I was the woodsman, who in grief cut off his hand. Unwhole, Unwholesome, dirty and impure, cut off an arm to spite my growth, cut off my leg to spite my tall. Undo this eye, so that I may...
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Creative in their cruelty but lazy in their ambitions, petty men turn to pity to drown out broken dreams. Poor drink, this thing called pity. It invites a jealous root when taken all alone, that is without bread or supper, you know, the milk of human kindness... May petty and jealous men have their heart's desire, that is what they really need, so when they...
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Holy crap!! I just found out about a new Paul Simon album... People, you need to keep me abreast of these things... otherwise I'm following nonsense!
Confession... I'm in love with music. It's magic, to speak without words. It's reaching in blind to fetch gold and pulling out the sun, to touch the moon and bringing back silver. Fuck but I can't play a note...
fate:
The music is the most beautiful language
(Grant me a musician that doesn't hide behind a microphone, said every photographer in the world)
aleli:
wow this pictures are amazing ❤
mrnever:
Thank you, you're too kind! I'll keep trying to take better ones!
