Beware the thorn that scotches and scratches belief in hopes that the leafs of your trust would fade away in fret. Beware the fret from the heed of the lie.
Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren't so beautiful.
I bruised the heads of a hydra, even the snake which wielded the most abominable thing: sin. By HIS stripes I was healed but as HIS scribe my joy was sealed.
Follow peace with all (wo)men. Be good and mean it, think it and say it. Be it! Don't harbour evil within and cloth it with good. Guess what, its still evil...
In the need to believe in miracles and to feel them for their true worth comes the best quenching session ever. In the slumber of my thoughts, I had bit my lips with a teeth-thrust misled in ecstasy and even in the ridge of my expectations, I found my reward bitter; the pleasure was bitter … Continue reading MONDAYS WITH MEANING: A CHEW OF SIN
It is true That from God came man And from man came gods It is true That from darkness came light And light conquers darkness It is true That truth is measured by lies But only truth can unveil lies It is true That ends have beginnings And beginnings have ends It is true That … Continue reading Truth: a glimpse