WHAT iiiiiiiiiiii sssssss
i s
i sssssss
i s
iiiiiiiiiii ssssssss
BEAUTY?
I don't vent,
I beg the truth!
Seriously!
Beauty amazes me!
There are women that just
utterly impress me!
"I WISH I COULD DRAW"
Isay, as if art is simply historical record.
I "see" her, but i don't see her.
There is a faint glowing light in the dark pious,
the folk hymn in the rain and the
cosmopolitan freak-show.
Reminder:
She is the candle's cathedral
And she is the artificially purple
love-all, be-all.
Everyday, I wish upon every star, as to give me the imagination and courage to write about beauty. All I can say is, I DON'T KNOW. I really REALLY wanted to, but now i'm not so sure. I wish i knew that i wanted to know, but i don't, and i never will.
Such as is this sense sacred, and i wouldn't DARE describe it...
Ye who are quick to the mouth;
Fall into desperation,
For silence is the key to our revolutions.
Science is dead.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
WHAT iiiiiiiiiiii sssssss
i s
i sssssss
i s
iiiiiiiiiii ssssssss
BEAUTY?
I don't vent,
I beg the truth!
Seriously!
Beauty amazes me!
There are women that just
utterly impress me!
"I WISH I COULD DRAW"
Isay, as if art is simply historical record.
I "see" her, but i don't see her.
There is a faint glowing light in the dark pious,
the folk hymn in the rain and the
cosmopolitan freak-show.
Reminder:
She is the candle's cathedral
And she is the artificially purple
love-all, be-all.
Everyday, I wish upon every star, as to give me the imagination and courage to write about beauty. All I can say is, I DON'T KNOW. I really REALLY wanted to, but now i'm not so sure. I wish i knew that i wanted to know, but i don't, and i never will.
Such as is this sense sacred, and i wouldn't DARE describe it...
Ye who are quick to the mouth;
Fall into desperation,
For silence is the key to our revolutions.
Science is dead.
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