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“Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.”
Alice Koller

The whole soul has a black face
Neither you nor I escaped the rule.
Let's take the whole dramatic expression
For being for you I use a euphemism
Let's just call it the lunar side
Show me your lunar side

I remember when we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together in whispers and moans
When I was all messed up and I heard opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb hanging over my bed
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand
Says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool

Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

Arabella's got some interstellar-gator skin boots
And a helter skelter around her little finger and I ride it endlessly
She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
And when she needs to shelter from reality
She takes a dip in my daydreams

Monochrome version of a waiting stack of crystal goblets from the veranda of a restaurant close by Ponte Rialto (Rialto Bridge) Venice, Italy. This tends to bring out the clarity of the crystal bulbs. The crowd in the background is a phalanx of photographers poised along the bank.

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With accounts for closing
I will follow my course
A Desire to Burn
The eternal that I seek
Only one more
Once again
Only one more
And I only know why

If she had wings she would fly away

She's seen her share of devils in this angel town

There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be
Lived with you
Lived with you

You landed in my life
Like a new and brighter light
That made all my past seem in shadow

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much of this life
To hang on
Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts, sometimes
But everybody hurts, sometimes
So hold on

How do you pick a woman?
It is not always bull to spoon
And the killer in me
No bandarilla in a garden.
Being such a flower catcher
It does not make me good forked.
If the audience comes flowers
Every "Olé" I feel pain.
Was this killer vein
Came to Maria Clementina

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin

Lake Toba ~ North Sumatera ~ Indonesia

God and man, no confessions
God and man, no religion
God and man don't believe in modern love

Will you know me when we're older will still call me by my name

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty

'Cause all of my kindness is taken for weakness
Now I’m fourfiveseconds from wildin’
And we got three more days ’til friday
I’m just tryna make it back home by monday mornin’
I swear I wish somebody would tell me
Ooh, that's all I want

Don't just look around, look up too

Day 3
365 Day Project.

But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be
All right

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
and who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation
a wave
wave

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Oh, oh! Sweet child o' mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh! Sweet love of mine

It's not that transparency
of her earlier incarnations
now looked back on, weren't rich
and loaded with beautiful vulnerability
and now she knows
Now is greater
and she knows that
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be

https://www.flickr.com/photos/mentteffects/

Like the play of monotones across the entire image of el Arco at Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Our cabin and balcony were on the correct side to watch these crags as Coral Princess crept past the end of the Baja Peninsula in the light of dawn.

A shot from back when I went thru a bit of a B&W selfie phase

Baby, slow down
The end is not as fun as the start
Please stay a child somewhere in your heart

So free for the moment
Lost somewhere between the earth and the sky
So free for the moment
Lost because I wanna be lost
Don't try to find me

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now, here he comes

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun, when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

Meet me out in Paris
I'll be on the elevator
Halfway up the Eiffel Tower
Halfway up to space

Something changes when she glances
Enough to teach you what romance is
With the right step they try their chances
Somewhere else
Please, don't watch me dancing
Don't watch me dancing