THALIA, WE MISS YOU ALREADY, JASMINA YOU ARE A MYSTICAL BEAUTY.
November 19, 2009 § 2 Comments
1930; Modernity and Decadence.
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Faces gathered around faces,
a celebration of lust,
Skipping through lines,
powedered lines on bathroom glass counters
Dusted eyes, and heels
And men as woman and woman as men
the music so loud its reaks of silence,
Body’s dripping, shaking,
Thumping
A gathering of
Silent lips, that talk nonesence,
That feel a lot,
That are constantly looking for more, hope,
Love, pleasure,
For more
sex,
Eyes, to wondering into and out of
Mind that go in terrible states of obscene oblivion,
A comatose state of satisfaction,
Or insatisfaction which ever you prefer,
Contantly retracing, repeating
What has been done before
Grabing onto the old avant garde
Making it ours
Forgething the rage that once was there within those same statements of
Art
Of avant garde
Of deconstructing what we identify ourselves so easily to.
Jasmina by Marie Jane
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