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Weave 14 (The Mermaid)
She rose slowly from the depths and sprawled upon her rocky perch. The salty sea spray lightly bathed her pale skin with minute beads of moisture. Her introspective sadness was readily apparent from the bow of my approaching ship. Softly through the fog this frozen tableau presented itself, an apparition seemingly from nowhere in the endless waves of the open ocean. The gentle rocking of the waves through the boards beneath my feet were calming to me as I watched her lay there. Elegant; beautiful. My ship drifted by, and not a word was exchanged as we continued on to the infinite unknown. I will remember her always.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Gudmundsdottir
Since we broke up, I'm using lipstick again. I suck my tongue in remembrance of you. - Possibly Maybe, Post (1995)
His wicked sense of humor suggests exciting sex. - Venus as a Boy, Debut (1993)
Bjork
I Have a Hiding Place When Spring Marches On
Greeting the monster in our Easter dresses, father says bow your head like the Good Book says. I think the Good Book is missing some pages.....
-Tori Amos: Icicle, Under the Pink (1994)
-Tori Amos: Icicle, Under the Pink (1994)
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