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.”
What will you tend to and what will you release to let your Sacred Beauty shine?