II: (Or, there is not a second to waste)
There is an insistence in your voice that I don't quite believe, yet
but I am more than willing to play along
as you tie my hands with branches
of cloud-pine and hang me
upside down.
I am caught, tangled, tied together
with whispered words and quiet growls.
There are
several hours now where our belts should be
and sweat on your brow tracing
channels on my chest.
There are
twohandstwoeyestwomouthsone
pulse.
I:
I want to break past those smiling eyes and look into the heart that beats behind them.
I want to taste every part of your lithe form with a long canid tongue that will never belong to me
(--to explore every inch of you and find all the secret places no one knows because you've gotten so good at hiding yourself, at blending into the night.)
I want
to break you down, to pry open your shell and observe all your inner workings, to view
the source
because if I am clockwork then you, you are eve
II: (Or, there is not a second to waste)
There is an insistence in your voice that I don't quite believe, yet
but I am more than willing to play along
as you tie my hands with branches
of cloud-pine and hang me
upside down.
I am caught, tangled, tied together
with whispered words and quiet growls.
There are
several hours now where our belts should be
and sweat on your brow tracing
channels on my chest.
There are
twohandstwoeyestwomouthsone
pulse.
I:
I want to break past those smiling eyes and look into the heart that beats behind them.
I want to taste every part of your lithe form with a long canid tongue that will never belong to me
(--to explore every inch of you and find all the secret places no one knows because you've gotten so good at hiding yourself, at blending into the night.)
I want
to break you down, to pry open your shell and observe all your inner workings, to view
the source
because if I am clockwork then you, you are eve
A Time Capsule Lullaby of Love by Kablouie, literature
Literature
A Time Capsule Lullaby of Love
I am using a dead language
to talk to you generations
who will spring from the earth
long after my bones have decayed.
I am trapped by the images of
your forgotten past when I try
to imagine the world I left you.
I prayed at trees and mountains
at banks of rivers and brick.
In churches and temples I chanted,
sang, and cursed those condemned
to stand outside the blessed walls.
Where have you buried the Holy Cross,
the Black Swastika, the Sacred Sword,
the Crescent Moon, the White Hood,
and the Hammer and Sickle?
Are you space babies who walk
from galaxy to galaxy as easily
as I once ran across a street?
Did a womb of fle
Well.
If.
For instance,
That.
We.
All Spoke,
In sentences that rhymed,
At the end,
With life in our pockets,
And blood on our seams,
I beg to differ your highness,
But life with all nothing,
But rhymes,
But roses and dresses,
Than life would be nothing,
But.
A.
World of a puppeteer,
Dressed in silk in rain,
Of violet crimson,
And violence sitting,
In.
The.
Rhymes of our words,
And life with no magic,
Means life with no soul,
With no childhood of wonder,
Splendour.
Gold.
Blossoms on cherries,
With apples on markets,
And cats on blueberries,
On puckered market stands,
The Waltzing Heartbeat by wretchedteddy, literature
Literature
The Waltzing Heartbeat
God said, No.
I looked at him and I looked away.
The road that leads out my front door, out of my cul-de-sac, out of my neighborhood, out of my city, runs off the edge of the world.
Michael synthesizes a beat in threes. The waltzing heartbeat of the earth.
At the end of the world, when the ocean comes to take me back, Im lying there trying to apologize. Im crying like I havent been
Current Residence: Michigan Favourite genre of music: techno, metal, alternative, indie, post-rock, trip hop, ambient, world, post-grunge, classic rock Favourite photographer: ansel adams, Michael Helms MP3 player of choice: zen sleek photo by creative labs Favourite cartoon character: Haku--Spirited Away Personal Quote: "i think, therefore, i am." -rene descartes
Favourite Visual Artist
Claude Monet
Favourite Movies
garden state
Favourite Writers
Renee Haslett, T.S. Eliot, Ray Bradbury, Robin McKinley, Carlos Ruis Zafon
Tools of the Trade
Whatever I can get my paws on, generally
Other Interests
music, love, water, wolves, moonlight, learning, philosophy, beautiful things
Just got finished printing a bunch of lineart so that I can try to finalize my new colors and get to work on my fursuit! Zzak and I have made it our goal for the summer to get our suits done, and putz around with some cool ideas we have ((not saying anything too revealing, but raves will never be the same for the two of us =] ))
I'm also thinking of changing my DA account to a different name, since oxKylieChanxo is from 3 years ago when I was lame =
If I do change it, the new name will probably be RhiaTimeless.
I'm currently attempting to install Adobe CS3 Master Collection ((-gasp!-)) onto my computer, but it keeps giving me error message
Normal people at Gameworks are funny.
I guess I do attract a lot of attention these days. Between the purple hair and my occasional habit of wandering around public areas wearing wolf ears and a tail, I'm getting used to the pointing, the compliments, and the just plain confused looks on people's faces.
I've also noticed that while most people are confused because they don't know WHY I dress the way I do, a handful are puzzled by the sight of a young, attractive female furry associating with mainly guys in their 20s and 30s. Oh well.
Sometimes I like not having to wear a fursuit to potray my fursona, but sometimes I kinda wish I could. Not