10-24-2015, 06:33 AM
I'm not sure what it says about my mood this morning, but I was particularly drawn to the fatalism of 4 and 8. Using not-kus to somewhat confuse (con-fus?) the reader who must have labels for all things makes life just that little bit more flowery. And of course, both 3 and 8 are Fibonacci numbers, and we all know that flowers are properly Fibonacci'd because the internet hasn't shut up about that... but I digress. I think.
And me, I like white space. Silence allows you to gather your own thoughts.
Much is sensual here. Mouths, curves, hands. Sprouting, shooting, swallowing. There is vitality, but a soft awareness of a more eternal cycle. I wonder, are there any mysteries that the bees haven't already figured out?
And me, I like white space. Silence allows you to gather your own thoughts.
Much is sensual here. Mouths, curves, hands. Sprouting, shooting, swallowing. There is vitality, but a soft awareness of a more eternal cycle. I wonder, are there any mysteries that the bees haven't already figured out?
It could be worse