~ empty glass of milk ~

not much following the brush or pencil lately, but definitely following the eyes.
as they meet the floor, the Infanticidess rises.

to recycle a pure value from the dust of a generation. to liberate it from the purgatory of the past dates. through an act of violence on the liminal grounds - let them speak. let them settle. the eyes, the hands, the lashes. let them reach the completion through dismemberment. the moment when killing becomes a dawn of a new life. does it ring a bell?
be so or not - see you soon in my new vision, have a foretaste. and until then -

remember, hardy tin soldier

damaged people are dangerous

they know they can survive

hear
the inevitability of locks and zippers

the sound of future dragged behind

~ i do my crying in the rain ~

i'll come with the flood and teach you to breathe underwater

for this to happen you need to go to the shore, stand on the edge in the storming weather

you have to be fearless, you get lost only if you fear drowning

1+1 = 1

mathematics of rain

our count

you know surface is for the easy, it reflects the sun beautifully

depths are for those who are ready to drown, if together

the sun is taken in

the greatest drama of the story of little mermaid is that she at all needed to go on land

walk in pain and mute

if a dive had come, there would have been sounds, music

a new kind of breath