the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
nobody ever finds the one.
the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill
Thanks for accept my request and welcome to my circle of friends.
How are you doing?
I hope you enjoy your week :)
The weekend is here soon, yippey ;) BTW I love your art, it is very unique :) Myself write poems, so feel free to have a look and read them into my blog any time!
"...Until time and time again we clutch sickly inside to what we used to hide... Until we're full-on blind... Until nothing feels good and everything hurts And the tides of nerve endings have turned over on the fractured gaze of vacant days to find the method learned."
Beautiful photos! I feel really close to your work; I really love this kind of esthetic!:) Damn! I wish my english was good enough to say what I really feel!!!!