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nateb:
Happy Birthday!
poeticveins:
Happy Birthday x
So, shooting with michael was awesome.
As I knew it would be.
I'm covered in bug bites
and plaster
and rust
and probably asbestos and such...
but it was completely worth it. <3
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Thank you guys for all your support!
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As I knew it would be.
I'm covered in bug bites
and plaster
and rust
and probably asbestos and such...
but it was completely worth it. <3
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Thank you guys for all your support!
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chika:
Me too, I cannot wait 
alicee:
thanks love. how are you today?
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weston:
Best of luck on the shoot!
gwenness:
thanks for looking at my photos! i would love to shoot you sometime.
So, I finally have enough done on my rib piece to show some of it...Just one more session and it will be done! Yay! I'm going to take better pictures tomorrow because I don't have any close ups of it now but I felt like taking a couple tonight so... here it is. It's Manson's watercolor painting of Harlequin Jack and the Absinthe Bunny......
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lenya:
But then you will miss this rib-ink feeling very fast 
i know - I have both sides made
i know - I have both sides made 
vaughannegut:
Very, very cool. It reminds me of water-color...I've never seen a tattoo done in that style before.
And that poem is...awesome.
Love it...this blog has started my weekend on a good note.
And that poem is...awesome.
Love it...this blog has started my weekend on a good note.
Saltwater and Vine
In this place
my heartache crawls
your fingers of winter
kiss cutting lines through my lips
blood leaks
and
falls / leaves
hit my
thighs.
there is too much
past
too many screams
emanating
from your dark.
my lungs itch
and my legs twitch
and I am seeing red.
bloody fingerprints on windshields.
trails four days and going.
a note, a splatter,...
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In this place
my heartache crawls
your fingers of winter
kiss cutting lines through my lips
blood leaks
and
falls / leaves
hit my
thighs.
there is too much
past
too many screams
emanating
from your dark.
my lungs itch
and my legs twitch
and I am seeing red.
bloody fingerprints on windshields.
trails four days and going.
a note, a splatter,...
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ground chuck.
mother's egg
blue
brain freeze
another stitch is met
amputee soliloquy
these fingers were made to kill.
lip and little boy
a coy and mild sky
the rabbits line up to feed
tiny toes and baby ears
the grass is redder here
nobody screams hello.
follow the broken shells
the blood is
dried
pink skin
is raw
and the moth
has lost
his...
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mother's egg
blue
brain freeze
another stitch is met
amputee soliloquy
these fingers were made to kill.
lip and little boy
a coy and mild sky
the rabbits line up to feed
tiny toes and baby ears
the grass is redder here
nobody screams hello.
follow the broken shells
the blood is
dried
pink skin
is raw
and the moth
has lost
his...
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ronintally:
You've found some great locations, and you look fantastic in front of the camera. Any sets in the que yet?
nijichan:
im jelous of how you use words...
>.<
>.<
Head, heart, blood.
One fight, to what end?
The battle is felt crawling just beneath the surface.
Sanity still trying to take a stoic approach.
Cannibalized from the inside...
These words may be all that's left in the end.
One fight, to what end?
The battle is felt crawling just beneath the surface.
Sanity still trying to take a stoic approach.
Cannibalized from the inside...
These words may be all that's left in the end.
chika:
thanks for commenting on my set beautiful lady 
beauty and brains, you got them all
beauty and brains, you got them all
Stegosaurus
get requiem
find a new city
Im in back alley
with a paint can
and love
sixteen pence for a rose
twenty dimes for a bag
kill the driver, steal the cab
break into my house
with love
love
love
here is the right
small hand of a child
there is the block
you shot up
with love
every wolf
is in my house...
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get requiem
find a new city
Im in back alley
with a paint can
and love
sixteen pence for a rose
twenty dimes for a bag
kill the driver, steal the cab
break into my house
with love
love
love
here is the right
small hand of a child
there is the block
you shot up
with love
every wolf
is in my house...
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ExX.
bred to bite and rip and bleed
you
dry.
FInd me...
SCREAM!
\this age is long since gone
we are all mystical beings
we are all priestesses and Red Dots./
everything here writhes and breathes in
sickingly sweet rhythms
mmmm I smelll elec tron ica.
can you
FIND mE!?
SCREAM!
Bones are crawling up behind me
i didnt see them
i swear i didnt...
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bred to bite and rip and bleed
you
dry.
FInd me...
SCREAM!
\this age is long since gone
we are all mystical beings
we are all priestesses and Red Dots./
everything here writhes and breathes in
sickingly sweet rhythms
mmmm I smelll elec tron ica.
can you
FIND mE!?
SCREAM!
Bones are crawling up behind me
i didnt see them
i swear i didnt...
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nateb:
To me, this seems familiar...not the style, the style is unique, I mean it is familiar in feeling...I like the use of capital letters and lower-case, the running together of words, the rhythm, the words...the repetition of words, the metaphor, granny and the snake...my littlest angel, this part is familiar to me. There is a sound to this poem, and a form, a visual both with metaphor and the way letters are used, and the use of punctuation and underscore. 'myskinliverribsears brain', it is a line I love.
