Something Good.
Enjoying The Show- Edgar Degas
Folk Yeah!!! I'm going to put "The Orchestra" by Degas in my dorm.
When It Rains.When it rains, I think about you. When I lie down, I think about you. When I go walking, I think about you. When I wake up, I think about you. When I hear love songs, I think about you. When I make dinner, I think about you. When I go to sleep, I think about you. When the sky looks pretty, I think about you. When I put on my glasses, I think about you. When I go to school, I think about you. When I'm sad, I think about you. When I get dressed, I think about you. When I water the plants, I think about you. When I'm sorry, I think about you. When someone lightsWhen It Rains.
Lips of a Dreamwarm tongues in a soft mouth,Lips of a Dream
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.
Black is not Red.Red dishware despair, Scarlet fragmented glass wants- to feed. Is hopeless.Black is not Red.
School
Nudist Deconstructing a BureauFull title: Nudist Deconstructing a BureaucratNudist Deconstructing a Bureau
"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 acros
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Ciao!
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You are so fucking special!
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You can have both roots and wings.
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Art comes from the soul , not the tools used to create it.
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