The fabric of reality can be torn just enough to slip on through.
Like a bull in a china shop.
It's hit me still. Spun upon an axis of her. She is and what could be. Like the furthest constellation.The visage enbute in my mind from curve to sphere she shines. Heart quickens from long dead sleep to a race amongst a field of grass I ran long ago til lungs burn and the blood did coarse. I did not know how far it would...
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"Form life to your will." Aries God of War by way of Xena:Warrior Princess
zona:
im not on the east coast but will be in august for the diy fest/warp tour. maybe then
Hulk Angry!!!!!!
"Money can't buy you happiness,but it can buy you a boat big enough to sail right up next to it" - David Lee Roth
Each day a change may come.
Standing like a lost shadow in a unknown kingdom. Watching them move. Hearing sounds of words for which I can't decipher. Oh the current of time pulls me in it's tide.
The weight of being.
olivia:
i met a traveller from an antique land
who said two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert. near them, on the sand,
half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
tell that it's sculptor well those passions read
which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
and on the pedestal these words appear:
my name is ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
nothing beside remains, round the decay
of that collossal wreck, boundless and bare
the lone and level sands stretch far away.
i was forced to commit that poem to memory when i was fifteen. i can still recite it to this day.
who said two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert. near them, on the sand,
half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
tell that it's sculptor well those passions read
which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
and on the pedestal these words appear:
my name is ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
nothing beside remains, round the decay
of that collossal wreck, boundless and bare
the lone and level sands stretch far away.
i was forced to commit that poem to memory when i was fifteen. i can still recite it to this day.