the becoming of my anchorless limbs;

the becoming of my anchorless limbs.








these were and will be the last images made with my little canon,
for she rests now in internal pieces.

an inkling's slip;

an inkling's slip.

tongue tied &
tongue tripped.

rain today;

rainy milkless day. waiting on a special package.

are you coming?
will you be here soon?

.

& thank you shirin winiger for the oink.

her own constellation;

the stars upon which my sister tells time.

nuit de papier;

nuit de papier.


night of the hunter pearl's song
quinta at the top of bear hill

.


happies and thank you's to quinta for her pretty musics.

diamonds all day;

he said i can still see you coming in my mind's eye
he said i remember dying when you drained all my life

diamonds all day

.

this is my second elysian fields inspired entry in as many months. oops.
*(thank you losfeld, for kindly passing this beautiful song on to me.)