Post by Nut Tmu-Ankh ☥ on May 13, 2016 14:16:52 GMT -8
“Beauty iz apocalypse. To loose all identity and feel the parts sucked through you like a cosmic-blowing liquid-honey-orgasm. Perplexion iz the goop that bardic wonderment iz made of. I want to be so enchanted by Art that I loose my mind. All linear constructs dissolve. It iz the penultimate orgasm and yet it has no end. It iz eternal unveiling. Apokolipsis ad infinitum.”
-Joycelyn Woods
What will you tend to and what will you release to let your Sacred Beauty shine?
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