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Gray Day .
A hollow headed hood carries nothing so neat as scythe, but rather a wide, sloppy brush. One broad stroke and everything becomes infinite shades of neutral tint: fog, tire smoke, . gun metal sinking in the North Sea, cremation ash, snow day sky, dust in the corner of the crypt. O how this hollow hue cuts and forces a somber blood, so much more effective than . a sharpened sickle. I feel my brothers and sisters turn in their frustrated graves. King. Queen. Twin. Single. Hierarchy has no power and knowledge brings no answers to Faust addicts. . Fear is a fluid with staying power and can easily moonlight as embalmer. Jumbling R.E.M cycles tumble: “The white of their eyes / The black of their dreams. Body bag blacks / Caretaker whites . incarcerating the shadow spectrum like cadaver flesh bobbing in a bottle of formaldehyde. Am I looking at Death? Is death looking at me? Everywhere this duo tone question haunts. Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 06/17/2008 6:48PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # |