Qua-qua-quantum

The struggles of having a quantum soul.
Both here and not, there and isn't.

Split atoms hold nothing to my split heart.

Favorites and Nothings listed to keep them here. Right Here.

Shake to the beat of your own heart- splintering into shards, each destined for a whole new dimension.

Particles of shredded universes and ribbons of time.

Minor thoughts.

I KIND OF LIKE YOU

You know...
not just people like you
...as if you were a model
for others to be made in your image.

But YOU.

The sum of your parts creates a something which i desire.

It is true we need the familiar.
Yet crave the different.

Earth Magnet

you've heard of that thing where the magnetic poles flip sometimes? that catastrophe waiting millenia to occur. biding time then POW. our world will invert and all things topple.

birds will get confused and fly into each other, perhaps. or bugs will stop doing things we take for granted and then we will expire.

maybe.

however whatever shall occur...it already happened. just now in my chest. a quick flip.

invert - upside down - somersault without a landing

my heart it was. that magnet extraordinaire, that yearned for peace but found its polar opposite.

But i love you.

You're stone and a river. And fire.

You're so much harder than me.

A post of sincerity / a slab of pulsing marble

God you're deep and miraculous as a crystal

shining fiercely in the cold dawn light

Tinged with Blue

Me

Albert Finney being sexy

Alex Soth

Filippa Barkman

Hieronymus Bosch

Sometimes noise is all there is

Three things made tonight

A delicious melding of abstracts and circumstance lead me to pick up a shoddy plastic paint brush and get messy with some shoddy plastic paints as the last night of the weekend drew in to its finale.

Three things made it happen.

Firstly- the soundtrack.



Not for all i do warn.

Secondly - Time is a Bitch and Girls will die as women. Alternatively summarised as Daymn Francis Bean is Hawtt

*Hedi Slimane (of course)

Thirdly was the access to the paints i suppose... but none the less resultant in the first splatter of non-ink i have perpetrated recently.

My aversion to non-ink or lead has been washed away in shoddy water. Maybe it's the challenge of inappropriate materials and layering technique that ignited me this evening, but when a certain speckle of orange tinged the lips just so i almost yelled out as when the breakdown crashes from this ridiculous band.

Remember joy. It's there, just waiting to be noticed in the most fundamental of things.