Sum of her Fears“Let fondness be our souvenir To keep it warm we’ll keep it near Otherwise with no heart to recall A memory’s just a memory after all”Sum of her Fears
A blossom lies groaning in a briar. Her red lace limbs splayed and bleeding.
She sighs and settles in for the long haul.
Ready for the gyre to spiral her to a better place.
She hadn’t wanted to be a sum of her mother’s fears or her father’s anger. She hadn’t wanted to be judged.
She was locked inside a box, alone with her spirituality -caught in black hematite- and her journey. &nb
A Night at the Opera: TurandotShe fell -She fell so hard her cardboardA Night at the Opera: Turandot
top hat broke- down the stairs. She lay like a Ventriloquist’s doll Limp and splayed -waiting- for a hand to move up her spine and animate her. Pink puddles (I expected dark vermillion not the childish pink that flowed from
her head). Her strings were pulled, allowing her to
sit up and sway drunkenly. The blood dripped off her Hands
And
Nose onto the soft black velvet Victorian Suit she wore and formed on the light marble and her Pr
It's been a while since I visited your site. Que Ridiculo!!!
I miss you and we need to dance soon.
always yours
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"Touch me again in my dreams till I feel/ Touch me again till I wake and it's real/ Dance till you fall/ Love till you die/ Shut your mouth: raise the roof"- Carbon Leaf
A lot of people seem to be liking Marvin; wonder how many more would if they knew it was Alan Rickman's voice?
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I am invincible.
That's right.
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Thanks alot for popping by my gallery, and for the watch!
Much appreciated
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- henning
Henning Ludvigsen - digital artist
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