March 11, 2009
goodwinter: my mind isa big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch andtaste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting andchipping with sharp fatal toolsin an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms ofchrome and execute strides of cobaltnevertheless ifeel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly ambecoming something a little different, in factmyselfHereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks andscarlet bellowings.E.E. Cummings, Portraits, VII photo by the GREAT an AWESOME - sophiekingfetish(flickr) —Thanks for posting GoodWinter! Photo by Collin J Rae.

goodwinter:

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and
scarlet bellowings.

E.E. Cummings, Portraits, VII

photo by the GREAT an AWESOME - sophiekingfetish(flickr)

—Thanks for posting GoodWinter! Photo by Collin J Rae.

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