navel milk
define me not by my bones and shape nor the liquid lust that rises apple green into your mouth and nostrils open but by the silence and the space it leaves hanging underpinned and amorphous, unqualified, unknown, un nanmed.
a shapeless thought of sparks.
art by porcelain skull. words by cocaine jesus
posted by Russell CJ Duffy at Sunday, February 25, 2007
1 Comments:
thats so completely beautiful. the words and art fit together in a very delicate lacing. perfect.
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