Once I would have said: "Lies!"
Now, I simply nod, or murmer appropriately.
All the things said, or written, or seen, or heard;
All the things that express it, define it, embody it.
All the things of love.
Shakespeare, Dickenson:
They were right - they had the truth.
Because love hurts, heals, maddens.
Love with a capital "L."
Love with a drawled "U."
You doubt it in your latest hours,
You scream it in your earliest.
You wield it as a sword,
Bear it as a torch,
Throw it away like trash.
But it marks you, all the same.
Makes you.
Breaks you.
Is you.
To love is to live;
Hell, they're only one letter apart.
I digress.
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Oi, I just kind of let the account go, didn't I? Well, I'll be putzing with it for a few days, I suspect. Might make it a costume only account. Haven't decided.
*muses on this*
Well, I'd have some experimental paintings to post, but it would seem we have some kind of rodents in our basement, and as I left said paintings to dry on a table, flat on their backs, these evil beasties ran all over them.
It almost makes me wish the paint was toxic enough to kill them...
But then it would have killed my cat, as she's run over paintings before. And we can't have that, now can we?
I've been sick, but the major run of the play I made all those masks for is over. Now we have three Fridays of touring to do (we're going around to various highschools and junior highs to perform for the kids - yippie). And then also we might be
How come the pieces of art you like after you draw it always look shitty to you the next day? And also how come the pieces of art you don't like after you draw them always look really good later on?
*rues Murphy and his damn laws*
Ya just one small problem with calling you...see I lost all my numbers when my cell phone decided to take scuba lessons. I told him it was a bad idea...but you know stupid cell phones.