Busy this evening with a deadline, so I thought I’d reblog a post from December that I think is interesting, and I’d love more feedback on. My first reblog. Enjoy!
white skies mopped up all other colors; winter loves a good disguise. white skies disinfected the season; holiday dough still won't rise. white skies surrender flag of my kind; each minute another soul dies.
Indifference
Electric lights, strung out like pearls on the neck of the night. Stale sunlight odorless like young love pushing up the Winter Jasmine. Pluck away each androgynous day without pain. I love her, I love him not. In filtered light, it’s all the same. Warning: This video contains adult images.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I like white skies; images work well —
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Thank you, I like how parallel this one came out. It’s unusual for me, so I was in awe of its symmetry.
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🙂 it’s good to be in awe of your own material; that’s how you know it’s working —
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What’s that? The peacock ego? 😉 referring to what may be my inflated sense of self.
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🙂 as Skyhooks famously said: ‘Ego is Not a Dirty Word’ 🙂
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White skies works well. I loved the ..’mopping up the colours.’
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