Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
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9.08.2015
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Bellucci Moonlit Blue
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a storm approaches
as the farmhouse bathes in blue
it calls for
red lips and a lacy dresses
for women in the south
dusk
& delights
- Bellucci Moonlit Blue
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hboinspirationnordicvikingswords
3.01.2015
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paper - cut - tongues
Vikings
has just started to air again
and what a fresh (historical) breath
with its mythology
and
strong women
harsh and hard landscape, penetrating steely blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and peach freckled skin, sand-blond curls framing the prominent jawlines
that ruthless courage with an innate urge of survival,
that harsh and sharp accent
slits you
.
.
paper-cut-tongues
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12.28.2014
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embroider me
sun bleached and guilt edged, scattered with crystals,
embroider me
with pearls and distress
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12.20.2014
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The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking.
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Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality...Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality
Different descriptions of Fog
by Mr Bukowski and Sandburg
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9.26.2014
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awakening
Ready and Signed
for great new adventures
including both
new
and
old
true
friends
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White and Cream dreamlike shots from about a month ago along with some random sleepy wordiness scribbled on the nightstand next to my bed from last nights dream, by me...
7.26.2014
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The slant. The lux. The glam opulence.
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| Photography - Sebastian Gaspar Hair - Francisco Dumit Makeup - Chema Muñoz |
White and Cream dreamlike shots from about a month ago along with some random sleepy wordiness scribbled on the nightstand next to my bed from last nights dream, by me...
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The slant. The lux. The glam opulence.
Decisive distance.
A change of focus. Correct chromatic. Lips
in lurid berry tones.
The admiring the view. The hoarse and veiled inquiries,
Of 'How do you do’s..?’
martina wallin writing
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7.15.2014
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The Gypsies Are Here. Eyes The Colour Of Stars.
On Friday Daddy cuts the lawn/...But the gypsies are coming and his daughter is thirteen.
Come pony tail, come pony. Come higher, come hell.
To honour. To mock. To fear. To hate. To be fascinated. To laugh out loud.
The Gypsies Are Here. Eyes The Colour Of Stars. Dressed in history.
from The Green Man
Jeanette Winterson
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