

EyelandI see turtles eternal Steps slowed upon conquered worlds An iris constricting on Sandy beach circles Caving into judgments pupilEyeland
Blue seas blackened By a forced focus On islands with sand Cloudy white Laced with pearls
Tonight Her wind swirls and Love chambers uncurl To sandblast life Back to a dead world Leaving: Turtle shells shattered Dogma slain in the bittersweet Sting of uncertainty Curtain rings rust in skepticism
Progress is not pessimism.
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The Surreal Arts
The exquisitecorpse
CollaborativeCorpse
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"...'cause i need to watch things die from a distance
vicariously i, live while the whole world dies
you all need it too, don't lie...
why can't we just admit it?"
-TooL "VICARIOUS" (10,000 dAYS)
Thanks.
xx
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and to me, ArT and pSychOsiS has had such an intermit relationship that the road to creativity passes right through or just a straight up detour at the mADH0UsE ~ Lydia Lunch '95
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