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-ism (ii), chimera
Published 15th Dec 2019
Author's Note
Yes Infinite times..lets hymn..Love is All. You know, Robonoid xx
Pic: Self
Pic: Self
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15th Dec 2019 7:25pm
Love/hate. Life/death. Day/night. Creation/destruction. The balance of the universe in all of us. Well done.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Anonymous
15th Dec 2019 9:15pm
You strip and tease language to purity and nakedness. The pleasure and privilege is mine. Beautiful pictures too. Love Me xx
16th Dec 2019 1:48am
18th Dec 2019 4:38am
Very interesting... I enjoyed the abstract form and visuals! Awesome, summa!
19th Dec 2019 5:03pm
Contiguous colliding coalescing accretion, this ultimate world of unity. Holy hell.
I've lived my life in a kind of exile, which i have to assume, is my own doing. We decide which manacles we will bear and we hold the key to releasing them.
I worked at the kid's music recital this past Sunday. I sat at the back, with the audio visual tech crew I was part of, clapping at the performances, moved by the amazing efforts of the players and singers, but always, there is this tinge of melancholy, that I am not part of this world of families, community, I don't have that energy in me. I ponder the absurdities, the lacks, cruelties. I cock my head and stare in awe at the forms and functions and wonder why they have come about in this particular way.
Your sense of union and harmony, with this tantric passion about it, is beautiful to behold.
I've lived my life in a kind of exile, which i have to assume, is my own doing. We decide which manacles we will bear and we hold the key to releasing them.
I worked at the kid's music recital this past Sunday. I sat at the back, with the audio visual tech crew I was part of, clapping at the performances, moved by the amazing efforts of the players and singers, but always, there is this tinge of melancholy, that I am not part of this world of families, community, I don't have that energy in me. I ponder the absurdities, the lacks, cruelties. I cock my head and stare in awe at the forms and functions and wonder why they have come about in this particular way.
Your sense of union and harmony, with this tantric passion about it, is beautiful to behold.
