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Friday, April 04, 2008
484. Perhaps
. . . and upon the light of ancient stars a request was uttered, demanded perhaps. The womb of her eternal salvation sought, implored perhaps, the rod of his eternal righteousness . . .
With grace and elegance, this post makes me want to sit across from you over a bottle of red and just listen to you talk. Not sure if I can describe this so that it means anything, and I have in fact said as much before, but your words have sounds, they have rise and they have fall, they have slow and they have quick and they have pause and they have eyes. In short, you are not a writer that is read, you are one that is felt. And you feel amazing. Touch me a little more. Again.
Sweetest, your comments are morning sun warm upon the old tired worn boards of my cabin porch. Come join me. I've got the coffee and the sweaters and I'll tell you a story weaved from my imagination fired upon the memory of you.
Amazing piece of art! The eyes, so haunted and lonesome, aspects of Yul are to be seen for sure. You know, I have the real life model somewhere, well, not she, but a photograph, though I believe it may be upon the other computer and so it would be a while, but I will find it to show you. Love The Story. Love the porch. Happy Sunday, Poppet, x, hope you had a lovely day yesterday. :-)
Stumper, I've got one of Andrew's shows on video and I watched him create the image you see above from blank canvas to finished render. To see him at work is mind blowing. Some time back he dedicated himself to doing a self-portrait a day and did more than one thousand of them. Then, he collected them all as thumbs and made a poster. To see them was, again, mind blowing. On top of all that, he is about the coolest and most selfless guy you will ever meet.
Sweetest, if you are smiling I'm smiling. Sweet dreams when you get that far. Got some interesting chapters in my head. Need a little time to put thought to keyboard. We are going back to the dock or perhaps to a time right before Trev's dock story. Point of view will not be Trev--that's all I'm saying for now. :-D
What I've been able to see thus far, has been mind-blowing.
I'll have to check out more of it next time I'm somewhere with a faster connection, or when I'm at home and my comp decides to connect to something that is relatively reliable.
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With grace and elegance, this post makes me want to sit across from you over a bottle of red and just listen to you talk. Not sure if I can describe this so that it means anything, and I have in fact said as much before, but your words have sounds, they have rise and they have fall, they have slow and they have quick and they have pause and they have eyes. In short, you are not a writer that is read, you are one that is felt. And you feel amazing. Touch me a little more. Again.
Sweet dreams, Poppet, when you get that far.
Sweetest, your comments are morning sun warm upon the old tired worn boards of my cabin porch. Come join me. I've got the coffee and the sweaters and I'll tell you a story weaved from my imagination fired upon the memory of you.
Is he imploring her not to go?
But, she SO is going?
I'm trying to figure this out.
I want her to go and kick major ass.
But, she'd probably fall for the Hood and then I'd be jealous.
Kidding.
He's so not Yul's type.
:-D
Strumper, I think Rog is just horny, or perhaps it is Yul as prime mover. :-D
No one makes me smile quite like you do. :-)
Amazing piece of art! The eyes, so haunted and lonesome, aspects of Yul are to be seen for sure. You know, I have the real life model somewhere, well, not she, but a photograph, though I believe it may be upon the other computer and so it would be a while, but I will find it to show you. Love The Story. Love the porch. Happy Sunday, Poppet, x, hope you had a lovely day yesterday. :-)
Oh.
I read WAY too into THAT!
Yul is so frailing beautiful.
I could see why Rog implores her with his rod upon horniness.
I'd implore her too.
I was thinking 'womb' and 'rod' were being used somehow metaphorically, but I get it now.
That's from the guy you gave me the link for, I believe...
Yeah, LOVE his shit. Totally.
xo!
Stumper, I've got one of Andrew's shows on video and I watched him create the image you see above from blank canvas to finished render. To see him at work is mind blowing. Some time back he dedicated himself to doing a self-portrait a day and did more than one thousand of them. Then, he collected them all as thumbs and made a poster. To see them was, again, mind blowing. On top of all that, he is about the coolest and most selfless guy you will ever meet.
Sweetest, if you are smiling I'm smiling. Sweet dreams when you get that far. Got some interesting chapters in my head. Need a little time to put thought to keyboard. We are going back to the dock or perhaps to a time right before Trev's dock story. Point of view will not be Trev--that's all I'm saying for now. :-D
Sounds like a really cool dude!
What I've been able to see thus far, has been mind-blowing.
I'll have to check out more of it next time I'm somewhere with a faster connection, or when I'm at home and my comp decides to connect to something that is relatively reliable.
I really like him.
Thanks for turning us on to him.
xo
Strumper, my pleasure. :-)
I think your right,,,Rog is just horny,,,,,perhaps !
"Rod of his eternal righteousness,,,"
makes a girl catch her breath!
And we like girls catching their breath. This is a good thing, no? :-D
More lyrical and eloquent than other phrases that I have heard for "horny".
I like the open-ness, and un-closed-ness (makes no sense, I know) of the ....'s
Like it is flowing from something, and continues still. That particular desire does seem never ending!
Jennifer
Jen, indeed, it does. :-)
I have to say I agree with Meg on this...not only a catch in my breath, but a skip in my heart also. You are an amazing storyteller Tr'ee.
Kimmie
Kimmie, you are making me blush now. :-D
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