Summer in Liberty’s Tana Lawn Entropical September 3, 2023 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
All things considered ~ Under the voice ~ Rapture reigns ~ The dead ends ~ Where alive begins ~ Push your luck ~ Cake it on ~ Hold the floor ~ Gather the dust ~ Stack the hours ~ Mime the chairs ~ Chant the closed ~ Fake the fun ~ Hide the truth ~ Seal the deal ~ Colour the cart ~ Pulse direction ~ Cushion the grace ~ Heal the heart ~ Befriend the thief ~ Trade in circles ~ Mala the maya ~ Calm the fury ~ Petty the pretty ~ Flip the switch ~ Bundle the joy ~ Ignite the word ~ Smooth the soar ~ Walk through hell ~ Clear your skin ~ Grow your hair ~ Body your glow ~ Know your spirit ~ Shuffle the place ~ Rest the relent ~ Empty the pockets ~ Rake the muck ~ Unration the real ~ Appeal the emotion ~ Gift the gods ~ Challenge the sound ~ Unfurl the self ~ Kill the karma ~ Calm the kin ~ Touch the point ~ Step the fold ~ Happen the stance ~ Charm the socks ~ Passage the free ~ Ticker the tape ~ Tally the tickets ~ Lighten the touch ~ Brighten the white ~ Cotton the candy ~ Flirt the skirt ~ Pink the panties ~ Alter the cut ~ Deepen the cute ~ Speed the valleys ~ Bury the tops ~ Honey the forêts ~ Echo the system ~ Speak the shushed ~ Transcend the seclude ~ Sacrifice the savoured ~ Straighten the point ~ Buoyant the base ~ Fit the ending ~
Just a shadow, of a hint, of an abstraction, of the possible, across the vastest quilt of vivid dreams, of the galvanizing, the resplendent, and the shimmeringly lucid, unseens
The big one has come. Standing here vibrant. Visible. I rest symphonically in your plum silk neckline patiently encouraging you to resist. The big one has come. And I am he. Nothing solidifies and opens out from us. I have returned all the air’s moisture. I am softly caressing you asleep. I have departed. ℒ𝑜𝑣𝑒. I am a finite plenum. A white whole. I admit every future, past and present part of you. Nothing has changed, and you become everything but mine. You feel partial. Yet I have unified you like a quantum. I have taken your weight, and so you float. I am your antistrophic, altruism. Love. You are beginning. You are unborn. The fell is ravined, calm, and wild. Beauty exits supernal, as if he were a poem. We collapse a massive hell. An iron sea. This space we did not belong
ललितासन नटराजासन † आसन नरसिंह ᚼ काल महाकाल परकाल † अग्निलोचन ᚼ भैरवडम्बर † कराल ᚼ हिरण्यकशिपुध्वंस † नखास्त्र ᚼ सिंहवदन † मृगेन्द्र ᚼ
It's all about contradictions and juxtapositions, contrasts and complements, compliments and contexts, colours and depths, textures and tapestries, senses and sounds, hieroglyphs and blesses, enchantments and soothes, quietings and breathings, qualities and blooms, nexuses and helixes, dynamites and dunes, diamonds and dovetails, symmetries and suns, nose tips and naturals, ephemerals and plums I would like to be the air t∞
The question is: can you build an actually *usable* product out of it. The kind that adds factual *glee* to life. And that isn't just a tailor-made marketing kite
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