I will be his mistress, wife and friend.
assumption--at IT's best.
feminely words of wisdom which fill, not kill nor cheap shot thrills. -me.
A Californian Fall.
The flaming bushes blood-drenched frost-fired tips cascade multi-story, as though pouring from the crimson open mouth arch of molten sun—its blood-orange dripping ambered-golden breadth upon the horizon. Limpidly stained and flailing fire shards of glistening soggy glass testaments gripped tight by the sooty spider-legged tentacling branches of winter; beside the budding ultramarine glass green sparks of the coming spring.
Dedicated to STC, Thanks for the images.
The snow egret
lays on deck with broke wing as Captain plucks—feathers and strings, topping his hat, filling duvets, cutting her flesh—flavoring stews, eating of her and feeding his crew. Oh my Captain! Let me die. Oh my Captain! Help me fly. But what fuckery is this?
Captains cracking another wing.
mogadonia:laura9:suicideblonde:benhasten: The Albatross “The poem received mixed reviews from critics, and Coleridge was once told by the publisher that most of the book’s sales were to sailors who thought it was a naval songbook.”
engraving by Gustave Doré
Image via Art Passions
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I am searching for my bestest friend… in the mean time, i will keep to myself and bleed words on my web. these words are good.
