

UsYour hair spreads on the pillowUs
like indigo-black ink on a blank paper savouring kisses like sensual secrets and contrast with the exquisite torture of fingernails raking
across skin that can bring our breathless fascination that is an erotic fixation You and I, We tangle like vines our surrealistic fire could melt the falling snow that makes staccato beats against your window And the rest of the world
ceases to exist
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If a ragnarok would burn all the slums and gas-works, and shabby garages, and long arc-lit suburbs, it could for me burn all the works of art - and I'd go back to trees.
-JRRTolkien
Thanks
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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"Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it."
'Are you saying we shouldn't hope?'
"I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open"
Not sure what prompted it, though, given the rudimentary nature of my artistic skills.
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"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
--Clarke's Third Law
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Me, a writer? I could never be such a thing.
I'm just a fool with words and digits.
Life is like photography.
We need the negatives to develop.
Also, thank you for the favourite.
I
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"The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness; and knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream."
~Kahlil Gibran
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