All my words
went quiet
I listen to trees
laughing in sunshine
softly falling leaves
whispers of sea
drawing waves
on sand at seaside
feel immense ocean
breathing for me
wind’s salty fingers
combing my hair
and I almost
can hear
quiet hum
of lost syllables

📷web

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Tales speak of a particular corner of the nether realm where the seemingly ordinary takes horrific shapes that transcend our understanding of reality. Many call it a dream. I call it a nightmare.

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Otto Dix’s art reflected the fear, horror & the human cost of WWI. This saw the routine use of chemicals & the increased use of the to fight. His art illustrates “man’s inhumanity to man”. The 3rd Reich glorified such warfare so declared him & his art degenerate

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"You could say we're experimental cogs in the devil's machinery but we don't belabour in revenge. It's unbecoming," Gigi said. "Like the spellbound expression when I discarded your beau's phone in the driveway. As if it were an augury of good to come."

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Society is a an ugly, noisy beast whose sole purpose is to keep lumbering forward.

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Initiate neural mapping
Imprint is complete
Fusion bio techno
Creation
Shelley’s

Suffused in surreal beauty
An intoxicating shroud
What lies beneath is deadly
If I were you
I wouldn’t stick
Around

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The inferno is guarded heavily by fiendish warriors who capture restless spirits and disperse them into the River Styx. To be turned into bloated monstrosities. Without minds. Without spirits any longer. As they travel the fiery hellscapes. Alone.

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Fan art commissioned by from of my microfiction "Stars Unknown". I love it! Thank you both! https://t.co/vNji8Mgr2R

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The 18th century was hot heyday in London’s coffeehouse culture, where the beverages were a catalyst for culture, politics & passions. Served spiced with cinnamon, sugar, vanilla, chilli, rosewater, honey, pepper, jasmine or even ambergris (🤢)

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Little Black Girl

✍️🏽...trying to in a White school—I ran many relay races on track—talking smack and winning plaques. was my track team—the baton that we tossed---felt like wild on the run—winning at all costs.

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Why in death do we mourn?
Yet in life we can ignore
Surely love is pure
When you are kind warm towards the living.

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sing to me
with sultry lips
break the silence
with passions lust
across my ribboned sky

sing to me
in lavender nights
where naked sin
flows freely

sing to me
as poets do
with whiskey lips
in solitude
and dawn weaves
its truth


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Kandinsky composed with paint. He believed that colours represented notes.
So you can his paintings?
I suppose so, if you knew the correct order.
Hmmm perhaps he left a clue?
Not again, Professor Langdon not everything is code or cypher
You would say that Cailleach

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we songs releasing
no longer repiecing
torn skin of drums
frnds frmed
in formative yrs
speech schoolnote folded
injoke coded
twintalk in tongues
laughter tears
aftr fear yrs
as teen sages
matriarchs
parchment scribed w/ages
know wrds by heart
as all our songs r sung

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Valor

People can always teach you two things; ”what to do—and what not to do.” Nothing is ever when the mind is clear and the of valor authenticates the heart over the

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all in my
in fall of my heart
firefight tall flame
frm debris of us
bright pain glints
I rinse hurt dirt
in fresh start
all peppermint tea
toxin free
plannable wash ofU
meditate marks
end of flammable state
&Uthe bonfire night guy
opens lotus focus
as 3rdeye sparks

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is an exhibition featuring wonderful artists. Currently . A rarity - an Italian Renaissance professional artist, who happens to be *cough* a woman! She is compared to her Father or but that does not do her justice

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