Body and Blood.

A man without tattoos is invisible to the Gods. ~Iban Proverb,

Its all down to control.

He fell, once, twice, three times.

Goodbye kisses are the sweetest.

The second striking fact is that the woman is blamed and is punished by being made to be subservient to the man. In relation to the woman, the man becomes the agent of God. Ways of Seeing.

It's that time again.

3 For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey,
And her mouth is smoother than oil;
4 But in the end she is bitter as wormwood,
Sharp as a two-edged sword.
5 Her feet go down to death,
Her steps lay hold of hell.
Proverbs 5

What does closure mean?

Maybe it's just you're realising you exist in a world where it's possible for you not to exist.

“You are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. You carry the seeds for your own destruction and the destruction of everyone who loves you. And a great many will love you for your beautiful face for your seductive body; but you will fail them all because you will believe they all fail you first. You are an idealist of the worst kind - the romantic idealist. Born to destroy and self destruct.”
― V.C. Andrews, Fallen Hearts

Being an artist means healing one's own wounds
and simultaneously
opening them up again in the process.

Annette Messeger

He talk's about you a lot...

Hello, into my life, but be careful. It's a swamp here.

Once upon a time there was a boy, who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

But I have traced stars
With fearless fingertips.

That's it. That's what I was waiting for. Pulsating.

three hundred.
two decades.

You can know my secrets but you can't be part of them. Don't mistake my honesty for trust. You have no control here.

She'll lead him to the sea.

Do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses?
Richard Thompson.

But for all your faithless beauty, I'd give all my tomorrows.

My eyelids are scorched.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Sylvia.

Juliao Sarmento

Susan Hiller

Nancy Spero