Paying respects to the Galera dead.

 Comme des garcons AW 2005/6 " Broken bride"

https://www.livingly.com/runway/Comme+Des+Garons/Paris+Fashion+Week+Fall+2005/E8OegQvZib3

Green pallet aside Im in a good place, and I know who/what turns up for me. #unapologetic

 

Sunday afternoon talk with Guiness miguel+ Angel's stoned again.

Copy right MB

 

Copy right MB

Readjusting the gates of stress.

 

The knife butcher

The knife was in .. moving against it's own serrations, within the shallow breaths even as his boot stood heavy. Laced and still muddy - Firm upon her chest. He poured in-searching for intimacy - the moment of maximal hurting. She tried to move but it was all struck dumb, Closed contact, cloying within the throat, like some ungurgled scream, thick in the slip of it's own choke. So Instead she closed her eyes, The last effort of will against the glare of his weight as her breath turned to crimson, as her lungs began to drown. Til nothing could rise. Her soul was scattering into a thousand places. For every part of her was a sorrow now marked in a protestation of eternal innocence, that would not release itself- except for  a single fragile tear that would not cry/come . MB

still moving the pallet and avoiding the DHS

Alicia Manolas

5 years ago

It could just as easily have been a majorly serious yet non sexual relationship, as a sexual one. There is an inexplicable feeling of wonder,love and peace to be had, that usually only artistic types discover, to be had by close contact long hugs, cuddles, laying together on a couch spooning for a movie or a nap, or just talking, clothed, semi clothed, or naked, that is something so special feeling, especially for touch starved adults, that it is beyond sex, has nothing sexual about it. Think cuddle puddle or puppy pile or kittens all in a nest asleep, zero sex but incredible closeness that empowers all involved. Works for humans too!

 

There's a pallet sofa disrupting my house but affirming my garden.

 The hurt of it. Waves splinter as I dive into walls that crack and ethers that spin, in the week that never was. The stress level pain of it. Bar Barco and alone at easter fails. MB

Inflation of the things you need, and deflation of the thngs you have/Gold to the lawyer./Barco bar blues day 3

 

Running from Renee ( and everyone else)

Ditch those one-sided friends, it's for the best

Connect with those who truly invest

Life's too short to spend it on those who only take

Embrace the ones who always give and never fake.

Marty

Low down dirty sweets and weight gain. Im feeling metabolic.