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venusmilk: Konstanty BrandelLeda, 1908 (source)

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:36:41 -0400

venusmilk:

Konstanty Brandel
Leda, 1908

(source)

venusmilk: Konstanty BrandelMłodość i Chimera, 1908 (source)

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:31:07 -0400

venusmilk:

Konstanty Brandel
Młodość i Chimera, 1908

(source)

first gif i don’t know

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:02:00 -0400

first gif i don’t know

yesstessart: This was a fun 1 day pose in Figure Painting 1...

Thu, 16 May 2013 09:20:30 -0400

yesstessart:

This was a fun 1 day pose in Figure Painting 1 last semester / we used a pink film gel to light the figure

chewmark: edoardo de falchi

Wed, 15 May 2013 11:19:29 -0400

chewmark:

edoardo de falchi

subject: hookers

Mon, 13 May 2013 10:48:00 -0400

in queer nets brushing the blushing bulges, bald top

paperbag bothered cats feasting into oranges

festively in the face of this wooden dawn and

milky midnight mosaics, arriving at

venerated pavements by yawning ex-sailor grey-faced

ex-cop grey hat endorsing shenanigan searching mid-life

crisis wreck in some bargained overalls

“stomp back to your islands,” the dilapidated rooftops yelled

in blood and tears. they flood the commercial sidewalks

the naked bunch with pierced lips drenched in anguish with

no need for myth “just hush and just thrust that crusty leg here

and don’t make yellow eyed puppy dog glances at me

this is business and not the serious kind

my satisfaction comes second to my time spent wasted”

this is my infinite companion in wage waves

on sidestreets in mythical Arabian temples

with chained bone blonde hair six feet beneath

a hellish kitchen all dressed in bleak, in rains

of exasperated raincoat pleas to exhausted stacked prisoners

heading through black medical doors in trucks

of whimper past the eternal eyeless mist-hatted man

sticking this vast cities wondering tune into

some plague behind him, all sleepy citizens can hear the saxophone

cries to the rolling spines of sleep and life in rain stores

with crazy crashing fingertips digging through papers

clicking, plopping, hopping through his signatures dark approval

caking the thousand crying feet bent ditch jawed betty’s with

teary smoke emanating from their vast, cold noses into the endless mouths

of these greasy Left Wing low-salary “I’ll love you for this second”

wonderous shuffling potato sacks in humourous cursive strolls

they roll slowly in blind secrecy vans blind faced with long hands

torn jeans and wicked eyelids hiding a cruel passion

his lips smirk, bent like some ancient historical landmark weather beaten

searching for some joy, “hey it ain’t nothing but a joyride

this life and times lantern newspaper in the lumps of our throats”

avenues that bear cement sunlight shuddering in breezes of some

shivering fix in the pits of a raising, fruitless existence

with Brando charm they flutter through cottage gutters of paradise

diving into the sidewalks shadow deafening the instinct that should

be neglected, fat hairy Mexican girls become spectacles to passions

carrying a stalking hatred in newspapers, culturally in the hands of jazz,

reluctant to meet a stranger and leave strangers after remaining strangers

for endless trolley burdens that seek their hunger and wage wars with

toddlers once cherished by the high heavens now some forlorn shade of

polished to meet your standards flesh wastes with Oscar Wilde potential

head hanging low like the drool of a thick-lipped beloved child in the

swaying arms of his blazing sweet-breasted push-up bra mother praising air

on the dead end dusty sidestreets waiting for lifes refund

meandjuliadownbytheschoolyard: Julia Modin, 2013

Sun, 12 May 2013 13:58:21 -0400

meandjuliadownbytheschoolyard:

Julia Modin, 2013

somebody ask me something or chat

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:56:36 -0400

somebody ask me something or chat

Photo

Sat, 11 May 2013 08:40:42 -0400

writing some prose about prostitutes that work near to where i live

Sat, 11 May 2013 08:33:35 -0400

writing some prose about prostitutes that work near to where i live

art-and-fury: Vanité series (Dead Marie Antoinette) - Axelle Le...

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:16:09 -0400

art-and-fury:

Vanité series (Dead Marie Antoinette) - Axelle Le Pavoux

drawingsofgirlson: Girl with cats. Lots of cats.

Thu, 09 May 2013 11:38:12 -0400

drawingsofgirlson:

Girl with cats. Lots of cats.

this will be gone by tomorrow

Wed, 08 May 2013 15:19:00 -0400

On some restless junk beam. Between some Morrissey desire and Beatnik romance. Relapse into divided oceans carried with a 5-panel hat fright. Panic in this naked brain never mind holy I desire a barbaric fame catapult with talks and whispered rose gossip of Illuminati jumping up onto sidestreets as I stroll past hand waving like some apocalyptic news title in the Dailymail. All summer dinners are B-side and my this DJ is so glorifying with his bebop hanging in the noose of this evening up at the streets like a howl to the heavens. Expand this extravagant applause of desire. This tumultuous resounding desire for expanse. This gigantic Titanic magnet for words all jumbled into some rambling pitiful not to be recommended brain. Hardly into page 10 of some 18 page introduction. I demand greatness be thrust into my rusty brain. My teeth to my toenails revered like some egyptian god on a sidewalk arab shop no dilly dally get to the knees honey please i refuse to beg fame is a free charge naked lunch william burroughs with the shotgun at my brain. i want ginsberg, cassady, rimbaud, kerouac, morrissey brains. forget this neglected slowly shrinking frustrated toy soldier brain i demand some grand chandelier brain with torn lips and cruel joan of arc thunder poetry no bridge just river flood vocabulary expounding rapidly like some puberty adolescent rage lips bound chained to the tip of some americana beer bottle seeking gratification i dont want to feel alone but morrissey can help that.

galerie-martin: Paula Modersohn-Becker - Selbstporträt,...

Wed, 08 May 2013 15:18:29 -0400

galerie-martin:

Paula Modersohn-Becker - Selbstporträt, 1906-07. Oil tempera on card board, mounted on paper. 26,5 × 18,5 cm (10.4” x 7.3”)

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