For Your TakingMy body is your stepping stone across the foaming river of flood water, muddy with blood, by which you cross without a single thought but for yourself.For Your Taking
My heart is your bridge across the deep canyon, which tears eroded out so long ago, by which you amble over without a single care but for yourself.
My soul is your path through the dark forest, thick with thorns and dense overgrowth, by which you march on without a single fear but for yourself.
My dreams are your plane, your ship, your rocket,
Rope
PinkHuman ErrorTranscript from the floor of The High Council of Dominus, Day 78, Year 1343 of the Fifth Millennium:Human Error
“To speak on the proposed fate of the human race; Gabria. You have the floor.”
“Thank you.
“Talk among the council has emerged recently about the human race, and their fate. I must say, after countless thousands of centuries of observation, something needs to be done. I am aware that the council shares my opinion, though some have spoken of exterminating this species. I wish to speak on their behalf.
“Sure, I will admit that the race has their flaws, but perhaps if we could reach back in our
On the GroundLike an angel with wings I fly to the heavens above Lost in a dreamOn the Ground
And all the visions of love Then something strikes me
right in the heart And all of a sudden I see that we are apart Then reality sets in
like a smack in the face Everytime i see you
My heart beings to race you smile at her
don't even notice i am there and all i seem to do
is just sit and stare I have NO wings to fly away
So forever on the ground
I must always stay
Let us Pray
lol long comment
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"Art is anything you can get away with."
We are pebbles washed by the same ocean.
We are leaves brushed by the same wind.
We are clouds moving together.
We are artists.
Al
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"Art is anything you can get away with."
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amor vincit omnia
*christians
"Above all, maintain constant love for one another, for love covers a multitude of sins." (1 Peter 4:8, NRSV)
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"And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West... And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise." ~J.R.R. Tolkein, The Return of the King
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"And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West... And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise." ~J.R.R. Tolkein, The Return of the King
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