January 2010
11 posts
Art
I take reality, lay him down gently and stretch him out as far as possible. My hands are rolling pins smoothing the roughness and rounding out the edges of this molded Adonis He is made of clay. My fingernails carve out his features delicately painting every freckle, every fingerprint canyon, crevice, fold of his form is traced carefully. His eyes are like butterflies searching against my neck for...
This is HitRECord. It’s an experiment. It’s an art movement. It’s a...
– dan and the Teafaerie (via teafaerie)
I'm sorry.
My empathy wakes me up and startles me in the middle of the night Because I can feel you. From across the room, I feel you. Through walls and across town I feel your fingers flipping through feathered pages of frayed memories hands trembling. And I’m sorry that my words took your heard and placed it on a bed of nails, waiting for it to dry. That my words took your breath away and put it in a...
Le loup criait sous les feuilles En crachant les belles plumes De son repas de volailles: Comme lui je me consume.
Story:
Scene: Gay Prom Group of protesting bible thumping crazies outside of gay prom. Best friend runs through the middle of them, dressed as a faerie, and yells “The Queers are coming!” Quizzical looks ahoy!
I miss this girl, may she rest in peace.
I miss these people. And spinning branches. I look like a hobo in this video.
hitRECord.org v4 Release tonight at 11:11 CA time
– The landing page at HitRECord.org just got interesting. Version 4 is imminent. (via richiemillennium)
In b flat. SO FUCKING COOL. →
Play around. Seriously.