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I never believed in an afterlife, but when I died and went to hell, it would only make sense there'd be heaven. The angels above, however, were not as I expected. They were cruel in judgment and waged war at the final full moon of each year. To purge the denizens

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2021-02-02

In a world
where lunch
is never served
we live
above the clouds
Hearts
of frozen reverie
Concealed
beneath these shrouds
A life
of blood remembered
where intimacy was free
Now and yet
Forevermore
Deities we'll be

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2021-02-01

The whispers at night always led me and my companions down an unfamiliar path. Where came this sultry echo in the dark. So we found it. The goddess of this land. She's a gentle one, it seems. Though I dare not to anger the one haunting my dreams...

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2021-02-01

After beating around the bush for days, William finally gave Rose the straight It was a plan to trap & sell the strange creature they'd seen at the edges of the estate.

She agreed. But that morning, she put on her slippers and headed outside to warn her friend.

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2021-02-01

Her mustang spirit
runs through
badlands
covered with
indigo rain &
indefinite
dream leaves.


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2021-01-29

Snowstorms were paradise to Mrs. Slug. She needn't worry about arriving timely to TV dramas w/ clever punchlines & the cold day was always accomplished w/ a cuppa chocolate tea. A very... 1/2

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2021-01-28

I sing seven skies
seven seas tune in

Paint you in seven worlds as oils
unfold seven melodies of music

I pluck unnamed universes
petal words in song of birds

Capture your violet sublimity
in a junoesque gold frame
yet
in your eyes
eludes me

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2021-01-27

Adam & Eve’s expulsion from is a recurring theme in art from to the 20th century. The elements change - tree, fig leaves, serpentine creature, apples, angels/God, but the emotion is consistent.

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2021-01-27

~

she loves
how dangerous
balancing on the edge
becomes: nothing will make her doubt
her wings...

~

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2021-01-27

Our tastes have somewhat synchronized since the womb. Blackened foods are anathema and should be launched into the nearest bin where... 1/4

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2021-01-26

Thirsty seeds jump
splashing
midnight hues
climbing
to influence
avarice
in skylight blooms…




🎨 Scott Naismith

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2021-01-26

ESO、ソブ夢＋助っ人さんでvSSリベンジ、全体的にサクサク進んだやったぜ！
雪辱のナーヴィン雑魚戦は右手前追加運命をうまく中央に寄せることができてまとめ焼き成功か！？　今回も勢い出発でしたがクリアできてよかった～ありがとうございました！

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2021-01-26

"I told her they were hills I'd like to die on," he said, eyes shadowed beneath shaggy bangs.
"Bummer. Should've said she's callipygian. Like an idol. That's a rock-solid compliment. 1/2

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2021-01-24

It was not precisely The sympathy which existed between the children, all of them mirror images, was far deeper and more profound.

When one bled, so did they all. When one was sick, each became ill. And if one died...

None of them could bear that thought.

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2021-01-24

She lay down next to him—naked, exposed, vulnerable, and broken—and thought that in the end, all other knowledge would fail. Compared with this, even telepathy wasn’t worth much. Just another way of knowing that would deceive you if you let it.

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2021-01-23

In an argentine piccolo
-the heavens
sang blues all day

After heaving a storm
puffy eye mist
wears wordless ashen face

Half-masked
of peeking sun
In shadows of when we
meet & fall apart

Reflect in zephyranthes
of my eyes

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2021-01-23

While in Venice, I finally got to visit to view La Tempesta. This painting provokes heated debate among art historians. I studied it closely for a paper but nothing prepared me for the of finally seeing it in the ‘flesh’ 😍

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2021-01-23

Wet
biting-chill of January rain

Wrapped
in your fleecy cloud, I sip

Warm
sweet day held captive in your daze

Wall-
clock ticks loud
mocks me a rash neglect

Wilful
I shun the of aging suns
sleep a little longer
-your aroha
in embrace

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2021-01-21

St Francis of Assisi was a major figure in the Catholic Counter Reformation. He modelled the expected behaviour of the ‘ordinary people’. Humble, modest, good to animals, suffering the to suffer as Christ. Of course, that would not rule The Church’s own behaviour

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2021-01-21