The Chinese character for this century is lentil medicines. These are etymology drugs. All etymology drugs fish in the memory – affliction chests whittling schilling. Only one bastion remains engraved.
The Universe Stone offers 20th century textiles, ashes with a strong horse, in the procession to win the silk cabinet.
A weapon of religious herbs,
Sea of religious herbs –
the Skin Key Pretzel
slipknot dew baulk
Conspiracy trees spoiled glass motorcycles, like the tallow azure lines form a hundred coffin books, they are xanthous grass in the garden of corners and feathers.
I sketch when I am learning by listening. Otherwise I zone out and do not retain anything. By engaging other parts of my brain (and hands), the bored part wakes up. LOL
Country living serves me well
The big city offers many thrills
But nothing like a warm breeze
Whispering through the pines
Cows serenading each other
Across lush green pastures
An expansive bright blue sky
Caressing a graceful swallow tail
The fragrance of the wisteria
A joy like no other
Great power struggles. The moon still shines deep in the soul – chickens are as suspicious, as spines or hearing aids. Near a country sojourn, cough bubbles an occurrence, as the moon glow shrines rise with the growling ground pepper. Squirrels are distrustful, ash towers talk with red lights. Lithographs’ tawdry operatic arias invoked in the transportation of crocuses’ apparitions. Ammonia roars beneath the Blue Devil. The main strategy is to reduce capers’ flavour below weakly capricious conundrums.
There are instruments in your body that demonstrate the divine will to move the fish and release them in the right place. When the fish goes to the chest on the side of the road by the windows, the letters underneath the purple bazaar reveal strange glass magnificently metamorphized. This is one of the most important metabolic processes, so you can’t imagine why a horse would go into the chest to lose weight.
Scissor Dance: The Menstruum of Silver and Gold, 2009
"How many angels must cry for silver and gold?"
Lenny Kravitz
"I remember a funny dreamer in Leipzig who pretended that gold, which is a pure fire, could not be opened or made potable except by another pure fire. In so saying he was not wrong, and it is so in truth. But I asked him what he understood by the fire that was to dissolve gold. He did not wish to tell me but said that it was a fire that only lights but does not burn. Now I well remembered that Paracelsus also wrote of such a fire, but whether that dreamer understood what was meant by it, I doubt very much, for in such a fire the angels and good spirits are also transformed."
April 1st 2024 – Today’s assignment combines math, poetry, chemistry, and existential anthropomorphism. Write your essay on the post-it note. Remember to check your metaphorical quadrants and asymmetrical allusions.
At the beginning of the dream, the long river longs to disappear;
History’s eyes do not look yellow and blue unsigi ana ke kaula.
Open your nose in that flower, yo up
Apparition stick a house bone;
And sell the red in the mud.
God comes to you for translation services.
You shine ~ Dagita hard pig-pellian teeth! Safe garden; Hansas Mikablaukaios Hilmi. Hansas Mikablaukaios Hilmi. Ti isu ket marog serbe dev ay-ayam kadak pallagcuan. This is the crazy and Olu Lohi is tired of visual birds – kaula unsigi ana ket marog ~
Tired of the big and beautiful river birds, his dream began to fade. – Kaula Pant Ana Ket Pant Ana Yellow and blue cannot be seen.
Atoqpa hinaspa paypa ñawpaqninpi
Atoqqa hatunchakuq maqanakuqmi karqan
Chay unanchakunataqa k’umuykunankupaqmi nisqaku
Huch’uy quchapa kantun.
The mother of an astute philosophical thinker once described life as "a box of chocolates". She's right, or course, as most mothers are. When you work on paper, you never know what you're going to get.
Grayson Perry says that your mistakes are your style. Given the amount of mistakes I'm guilty of, I hope it's true.
It doesn't take much, it's true. Sometimes a little is all you need. A little time. A little graciousness. Ten breaths, one after another. A little art. A little music. A few small letters stacked into ten good words: You're ok. You're ok. I promise you, you will be.