1939

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace;
I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee.
I said his heaven would be only half alive;
and he said mine would be drunk:
I said I should fall asleep in his;
and he said he could not breathe in mine..."
- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, Ch. 24

Or, this dream we call human life

Best investment this year, so far.....

To ere is human

Ah this frivolous posture and screen fix we call life
Can send me diving into a well of wish wash old garments.
My wild over examinations on human concept of interaction,
can send me head first to roast and crack my skull
like the head of a succulent mythical beast.
Who could ever wish to endure such gargantous passion
that implodes and eventually does explode
in your hands, mouth, or teats.

[Scoffs]



"To ere is human, to forgive divine"

-Alexander Pope

La vie Parisienne

I would a bitch too, if I was almost 100 years old and haven't croaked,
but by Jove; You are an amazing accomplished artist.

Long live Louise Bourgeois