take my dusty shadow and walk me backwards till im two again. i can spill things and fall all over your feet. rediscover the lost language of fingers and toes. i am ancient now and near to cracking from the strain of delicate years. i hang them around my neck in fits of imagination while delving for the sanity of the ignorant and new.
i can be such a pedantic fuck.
or is it art?
i can be such a pedantic fuck.
or is it art?
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i have the link at the bottom of my profile.
also, starsjuggler posted that link, plus another that i gave him--in my journal in response to your comment. check it out.
Is that you in exibit "B"? It made me think of a sorceress in a Greek legend. Perhaps she is the cause of the muse's misfortune? The mask reminds me of a dream I had recently.