When the smoke cleared and joy divided out came New Order pot or zen

How does it feel
When you treat me like you do
And you’ve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are?

nopaininthelyricslifeiscrazy

art always in motion
art always in motion

 

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

the beautiful wood nymph
I need you

Behind the Blameless Trees

old fate slowly builds
her mute countenance.
Wrinkles grow there . . .
What a bird shrieks here
springs there like a gasp of warning
from a soothsayer’s hard mouth.

And the soon-to-be lovers
smile on each other, not yet knowing farewell,
and round about them, like a constellation,
their destiny casts
its nightly spell.
Still to come, it does not reach out to them,
it remains
a phantom
floating in its heavenly course.

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