Favourites
Nemean LionI do not know that I was armed as they say. There were the arrows, I suppose; I would have needed something, anyway,Nemean Lion
with which I would have known the skin, tested the skin, found the skin for what the skin was made of.
I do not remember the club and the olive tree. I do not remember the texture of the crushed throat, the nebulous core of the fruit, unmanageable.—
I do remember the skinning, I think, the tilt, the roughness of the claw against its own body. All on my own, I was a great liberator, a butcher
gleaning sparkles from a carcass,
by ~catching
by ~catching
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Columbia, SC
- Interests: consciousness, music, words, fotos, hallucinations, smoking, travel, dance, thelema, nature, hot tea
- Favourite band or musician: Tool
- Favourite genre of music: rock, metal, blues, jazz, alternative, hip hop, classical, electronic, caterwauling, indie, folk etc
- Favourite poet or writer: JAYME RINGLEB! Allen Ginsberg...E E Cummings......Plath, Blake, etc.
- Personal Quote: "Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible." -MCE
- Email: capricious_jiu@hotmail.com
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
"Love Has no expectations, only fear has expectaions"
--
---
"I cast +5 Stamina on your mind hamster!"
You're name is catheter.
Urine.
:blink:
That is all.
--
Blah, blah, blah. Me, me, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, me, me, blah.
--
[.anticloud.]
--
I'm better than I was before but not as good as I'm gonna get.
Previous Page12Next Page