"Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things."
- Edgar Degas
Folk Yeah!!! I'm going to put "The Orchestra" by Degas in my dorm.
Us by ~ChristinsWaltz

Lips of a Dream warm tongues in a soft mouth,Lips of a Dream by ~ChristinsWaltz
pull and swirl and push,
the lips of a dream,
on the grass of a body,
moving and feeling,
the hot air for a sigh,
to slow it all down.
biting for Love to a storm,
a reckless leap on sheets,
between fingertips and ankles,
after tracing to press a chest,
return, return, return,
lips of a dream.


Nudist Deconstructing a Bureau Full title:Nudist Deconstructing a Bureau by ~sevenoceans
Nudist Deconstructing a Bureaucrat
"the sun collided with the sea,"
you would tell me, reading from a
fairy tale book. the sun collided
with the sea -- every day -- and it
was something inherently
magical. but the sea never collided
with the sun. just the sun
colliding with the sea.
across the planet, everywhere
in the world, daily the sun
collides with the sea. the sun burns
the sky a violent red, dyes the
sea a brilliant orange. the sun
takes over everything, an
avalanche
on a rampage. domination
across the globe, "the sun collided
with the sea." the sea is helpless
trapped in an old
fairy tale.