I'm having a pretty good day. Decided to end it with some glorious photos! :happybounce:
These beautiful photos caught my eye.
:+fav: away and check out their galleries! They are some wonderful photographers! Worth faving, watching, and viewing.
If you like the art feature be sure to :+fav: the article to help it get some exposure <3
Also, if you have photographs that you've taken, especially older ones that have not received a lot of attention I'd love to see them. Note me with thumbs or links! They could result in a feature and at the very least a couple :+fav:s!
Weapons on chains
Finding a new addiction in wine and fingernails
The last wordless promise on the never-ending turntable
Boring deeper until sick
The pigs hang upside down, stretched and odd in rows
With chests like novel pages, already read
The times of old, and sins of new.
Their eyes pools of lost already faded and gone
But always watching the pole and mist
And drowning in metal at the talent show
Trying to sing with all her might
But her throat is slit, and the straw is blowing bubbles
Wordlessly gargling to the audience's applause
How she hates them,
But dancing for the piggys until the curtains fall
And drowning in met
I try to be more like the spiders,
Their thread sinks between my toes sullen in its charade,
I watch my skin tighten and purple,
Fishhooks tugging cold like the merciless hands of a lover,
I feel her breath fill my lungs and hold it,
The ailing thread deepens in unsettled places,
I struggle, moaning like a whore,
They dangle next to me, those awkward naked ornaments shallow and reeking of whiskey,
I hear them silently twisting in their tears and torment,
A child splitting the violin strings of his throat, louder than most,
I smell his sour drippings, coating the thread,
And he hung ugly and bloated, like an unfinished doll,