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At night- in the garden, (fantasia),
Set amongst eternal green turf,
There are thousands of red roses,
Full to their thorns with affection, 
Blooming for the Moon’s attention
In return the Moon blushes, a majestic glow.

Surrounded- by (sparkling) lingering blue mist,
The gardens romantic stillness charges the whole world,
This is when heartbeats truely come alive
Fall in love and get lost in the paradise of the stars,
It is a true work of art when sparks ignite within lightlessness,
Welcome to the Kingdom of Whimsical Bliss.

Monday May 13 04:50am

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Monday May 13 04:48am
Veins


I’m on the hunt for your roses
An invitation into the veins of your majesty 
To drain your cells of any pains or poisons,
Awaken you to floral bliss
That feeling of joy is the absence of gravity within your bones.
Friday Apr 12 04:37pm

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Friday Apr 12 04:34pm
Horrible explosions in the sky
When that skilled old gush of wind came
It ripped the feathers from my back
Stolen harmony, concealed by darkness
If when I make a mistake, and tell nobody, 
Do they enter a realm where time dissolves? 
And will my heart implode? 
Do tears turn into rivers,
That flow through the land in search of forgiveness?


Friday Apr 12 03:57pm
We Move Ardently
Carefully structured lace has the sorcery to make her appear more naked.
While encased in this armoured shell- she is a foreign creation with a tender side he’ll have to disarm her for;
We speak all night, in tongues, in fingertips, and in teeth,

At the back of the eyes- vista of a honeycomb moon, with starless darkness
Drenching the skies, with our pulsating Anahatas, clouds kindle with the glow of vermilion

I watch, each line of your skin illuminated with rapture
Volcano appetites. I like the part when our realm of sense fell apart and we lost balance together.

The barrier of ruling resistance has broken, and there is nothing between us, not even space
We move ardently, inhabiting the whole of the world
Humid, paint peeling away from the walls.

The entire atmosphere confused, the air wishing to be water.
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Sunday Mar 31 09:43am
New York’s Camilo Fuentealba -VS- Melbourne’s Jessie Fenech: online photo off.

Division ONE: Beanie

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Division THREE: Faux fur + pout

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Division FOUR: Eastern Bloc Russian hat

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Division FIVE: Couture rugging

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Sunday Jan 20 11:46am

Saturday Jan 19 06:52pm

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Double denim.

Saturday Jan 19 06:49pm

you-say-you-want-a-revolution asked: your blog is beautiful!

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Sunday Jan 13 04:50pm

Sunday Jan 13 04:50pm

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Sunday Jan 13 04:48pm
It’s nice to be important. But it’s even more important to be nice.

Sunday Jan 13 04:45pm

Sunday Jan 13 04:44pm

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Sunday Jan 13 04:39pm
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