"When one has within one passion and a soul, one cannot snuff them out; one perfers to burn than to be snuffed. That that one has within must come out."
Vincent Van Gogh
Time warps our senses whirling suns rippling waters over sunsets of creation digging earth sowing seeds over springs medows cutting grass building houses summers dreams lifes bottles quenching thirst of autumns seamstress sewing self-portrait for others to see before winters skull sets in
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Yestermorrow
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Yestermorrow
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Odd choice of quotes. I'm curious why you would choose a quote about expressing passion from a man who cut off his ear and sent it to his lover and never sold a painting in his life? I always thought sending the ear meant he was ready to listen, but that's just MHO. Just call me curious.Platonic Myth wrote:"When one has within one passion and a soul, one cannot snuff them out; one perfers to burn than to be snuffed. That that one has within must come out."
Vincent Van Gogh
Time warps our senses whirling suns rippling waters over sunsets of creation digging earth sowing seeds over springs medows cutting grass building houses summers dreams lifes bottles quenching thirst of autumns seamstress sewing self-portrait for others to see before winters skull sets in
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Shitting terriers sliding in their piss wrapping around flashing teeth close call with a snap. Screaching Schnauzers could irritate a statue at high cost for having stupid owners. Raw meat noodling its way packaged for forgiveness sacrificing itself consumed at a higher cost. One way in what direction?
We're all mad here!
Hearing walls of absent minds woman's wardrobe and the masters eyes fatten the horse.
LOLSlaving sled dogs straining at invisible chains their ribs springing into action into a dead end. Decrepid elephants with locked trunks and trumped spirits bow to an unknown force that sustains the circus.
We're all mad here!
Tepid pools under folded skin foul destiny awaiting treatment. Stray hairs rise up against the war on our time. Only in darkness the feilds are hot and the corners cold leaking energy dripping tears. Allotted time sheets put on hold lost grip loose the war.
Sub-servile fragments loosened working into cuts.
Sub-servile fragments loosened working into cuts.
We're all mad here!
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When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.