thought for the day
image: copyright American Express 2006
posted by mad malva blue at 17:42
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3.22.2006
image: copyright American Express 2006About this space
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this used to be a place i love.
a place of refuge. now it is the place
that represents how much i hate the world
and everything in it. its true - trust no one,
no one trusts you. where there is a human, there will
be pain, suffering and heart ache. the only creatures on this
earth that can be trusted are the ones without homo sapien
in their name.
- Lux Lucis Vita
- Lily
- Post Secret
- Room 1210
- Mi3
- Deep Blue
- WCH
- k9?
- Mr. Q
- Lou Reed
- Swallowed Alive
- Salam Pax
- i'm so f*cking sick of this hypocrisy!!!
- yes, virginia, there is withdrawal ...
- bright lights and shadows
- room 1025
- Come to my Window
- thought for the day
- i saw your mother today,
- renewal and rebirth
- disturbed?
- nothing ...
i used to care what you, the reader thinks. now, frankly i don't give a fucking shit. so, feel free to put in your two cents worth ... but don't expect me to really care what you think, feel or believe.
if you are one of those fucking nosey spies with a sitemeter, don't bother me. i am not interested in people that need to invade my privacy, just for a cheap ego boost.
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graffiti
the Oxford Dictionary gives this definition:
inscriptions or drawings
scribbled, scratched, or sprayed on a surface.
orginates from graffio, Italian for ’scratch.’
thru graffiti we discover evidence of another version
of history deep ... personal ... obscured ...
the untold stories that have slipped thru
our fingers like grains of sand
i fill this place with my graffiti -
it's sort of a cerebral kind of graffiti
my medium: words that speak of
shadows, scars, raw and gaping wounds,
energy, secrets, flavours, passions,
colours, scents, memories, layers, love
me: a word sculptor, a rebellious and sensitive
creative force, restless and impatient
Malva: Latin word for mauve, named after the
Malva plant, a herb, whose flowers
has bluish-purple petals; also related to the Greek word for soft: 'malakos'
Wynken, Blynken and Nod
wynken, blynken and nod one night
sailed off in a wooden shoe–
sailed on a river of crystal light,
into a sea of dew.
“where are you going,
and what do you wish?”
the old moon asked the three.
“we have come to fish
for the herring fish
that live in this beautiful sea;
nets of silver and gold have we!”
said wynken, blynken, and nod.
the old moon laughed
and sang a song,
as they rocked in the wooden shoe,
and the wind that sped
them all night long
ruffled the waves of dew.
the little stars were the herring fish
that lived in that beautiful sea–
“now cast your nets
wherever you wish–
never afraid are we;"
so cried the stars to
the fishermen three:
wynken, blynken, and nod.
(Eugene Field)
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thru graffiti we discover evidence of another version of history deep ... personal ... obscured ...
the untold stories that have slipped thru our fingers like grains of sand
i fill this place with my graffiti - it's sort of a cerebral kind of graffiti
my medium: words that speak of shadows, scars, raw and gaping wounds, energy, secrets, flavours, passions, colours, scents, memories, layers, love
me: a word sculptor, a rebellious and sensitive creative force, restless and impatient
Malva: Latin word for mauve, named after the Malva plant, a herb, whose flowers has bluish-purple petals; also related to the Greek word for soft: 'malakos'
Wynken, Blynken and Nod
-
wynken, blynken and nod one night
sailed off in a wooden shoe–
sailed on a river of crystal light,
into a sea of dew.
“where are you going,
and what do you wish?”
the old moon asked the three.
“we have come to fish
for the herring fish
that live in this beautiful sea;
nets of silver and gold have we!”
said wynken, blynken, and nod.
the old moon laughed
and sang a song,
as they rocked in the wooden shoe,
and the wind that sped
them all night long
ruffled the waves of dew.
the little stars were the herring fish
that lived in that beautiful sea–
“now cast your nets
wherever you wish–
never afraid are we;"
so cried the stars to
the fishermen three: wynken, blynken, and nod.
(Eugene Field)
