Old Man WinterWe stared at each other for quite a while, the sleet-flecked wind milling our hair in playful tendrils, then reached out butOld Man Winter
a glass pane stopped us.
Tracing my name on the misty window, the old man did likewise then looked hurriedly away before beckoning me to look closer into the shop at his fellow prisoners, that bedouin troupe of animated puppets.
What could be that caused the tyrant to kneel, stretch out his arms and sing, making the romantic on the other side of the room to tap his foot, turn
DunkelheitThe tears of Typhon, tremors of a chthonic god; the sweet seductionDunkelheit
of unbridled hearts set loose beyond the confines of staid ugliness
parading within a predestined set of rules; the safety of light
possessed by the yang eating the tail of the yin entwined 'round the world.
..........Ink undulates across paper as .....the brush rises, falls with the same cadence of a whirling
.....red tassel in flight, bound to a spear tip; its own limbs
.....intertwining
..........loosening ..........upon kis
Changeling - The Thief of DawnChangeling - The Thief who stole DawnChangeling - The Thief of Dawn
A light spring leapt cackling upon the sill of winter; laughter, a whispered grin vanished upon the translucent wings of an autumnal breath riddled with the murmur of falling leaves, a fist of gunpowder scintillating more brightly upon being expelled into the wilderness.
A baby is wrapped in the arms of the jolly thief, one of the lurking things we refuse to see: there is a host of them just beyond our sight, would we see them if we just turned our heads o
AngkorThe blurred haze of lotus patterned smoke intertwines with the lilting cadence of the apsara with ethereal eyes of red opium, gyrating hips of gold streaked with perfumed sweat...Angkor
A child's face bedecked with filth; water corrupting dust and the residue of forgetfulness turning it into mud
The gilded elephant is trawling up the river; the snaking path of the Naga meandering with many voices towards the glowing lotus nestled with the baray, a rumbling legend husked in the whisper of water, the erratic god of &nb
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
thankyou for the favourite!
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This is a story...
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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Have you ever tried going mad without power?...its boring...no one listens to you!
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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