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warpaint :: billie holiday

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start the Day with Love,
spend the Day with Love,
fill the Day with Love,
end the Day with Love;
this is the way to God
::Sathya Sai Baba

keats_on_heart_

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I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination—What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not—for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty
::John_Keats

two pi lullaby

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get this monkey suit off me

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saycet_her movie

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i am fish v2

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on Magic

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afloat_i wind_to_your_heart

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afloat i wind to your heart
can a noun verb without you?
can echoes project a reflection
without the hearts convection?
or the nectar of the lips confection?
can a turnstile dip over the moonset
rising red delicious heart wave nets
to trickle spark ignite bright
light widening third eye sight?

remember when we forgot about
yestertheres everywhen the now drew in?
your crown of roses and white linen slip
adorned divine, your beauty
literally blowing my mind
into multiverses sans time?

there’s a lotta dark I removed
there’s a lot that translates
within the blue
the vapid the decay
the desolate the mundane
the heart stained,
the hypno-tele-vised
bleached brained
the begging razors
to scratch the record
wicca wicca slit slice
bleed out and quill ink dye
rest mind, on the needle
to tip the scales of a heart
not broken but of natural hue,
an au naturel patina’d black and blue
such is the stain of life’s innate bruise

soppy shoes, nappy sneaks, sweat soaked
sheets from a night in the underworlds heat.
demon tricks, shield auric field,
separate, incinerate, take a drag, ash flick
thinekth eye, surely this aint my matrix

drifting in and out to give a fuck less
about a materialist existence pure godless.
suffocating on time in rewind,
watching the date tick and tock
smoke a cigarette, squint an eye,
burn the clock,

where’s tink?

give two fucks about a shit
that isn’t your heart.
give two fucks about a shit
when I’m not dreaming about
kissing your pretty pink lips.
give two fucks about a shit
that isn’t I love the fuck out yoos
my little walking talking flower,
my baby boo, my dearest blue.

earthbound chains and linear time games
limited. confined. mindless insane.
I come from realms beyond language,
you wanna hear me spit game?
you wanna hear me speak my name?
u wanna feel my heart blaze?
you wanna feel my flame?
I come from the formless, the void,
realms pure grace that cannot be destroyed,
from Heavens most sacred covens
I am extra-celestial, a walk-in terrestrial.
I am divine
Born of Isis, I come from House Osiris
older than dirt, my soul ancient
my heart-mind glows for my goddess, its god-sent,
the keys to sacred cyphers I grip in my fist
divine love, high magic, supreme tantra my shtick

with silver tongue I dance and
dreamweave puns in the cunning
slithery slit posy pink drip lips
slipping and sliding through
the heavenly portal adorning
the space between your thighs

my heart’s down for goddess games
count me in for eternities on end
I’ve got nothing but love sublime
and a linguists tongue
begging to come undone,
to tickle the the skin
of my most beloved twin
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sweet syrup eyes, genesis

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lu chi_on poetry

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Oblivious to sight and sound, he is lost in reverie… He fishes up living
words from the deep seas, and brings down beautiful images like birds
on arrow strings shot out from the clouds.”

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henry miller_the world of sex

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Over and over again I have said that there is no way out of the present impasse. If we were wide awake we would be instantly struck by the horrors which surround us . . . We would drop our tools, quit our jobs, deny our obligations, pay no taxes, observe no laws, and so on. Could the man or woman who is thoroughly awakened possibly do the crazy things which are now expected of him or her every moment of the day?

:::Henry Miller, The World of Sex
quoted in Hell’s Angels, Hunter S. Thompson

khalil gibran_strfkr

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