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permetaform) wrote2003-12-17 05:35 am
permetaform) wrote2003-12-17 05:35 am
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goddamit. I'm supposed to be studying, but I got highjacked by my brain again...
[from pictures in the most recent Time Magazine]
A row of pink-sheathed ballerinas point their soft-toed slippers forward, imprecisely, their round-smooth bodies are formed. They are like clay. They are dark haired be-ribboned asian children, with cheap surgical masks bound tightly against their mouths.
The well is sized of three elephants, like a brick tube sunk into the earth, like the hope of farmers and more than four score heads, bright sari and cloth pants and burnished skin and the gaping maws of pots and vases, surround this well, this wide wide circle that holds life like a cup of God.
It's a flow of people on the arching connect-way of New York like a pilgrimage towards home. There is no power except in the press and stride of human feet. There is no power; but there's still movement, and people still find their way home with the air of a neighborhood romp on the Fourth of July.
Nature forms stone archways as if to prove that wind is sometimes stronger than rock. And in the rules of the universe, fire planets sometimes dominate a realm where the pale moon holds court. It is not certain if this means that the underdog will win, or that preordained winners are inevitable. What is certain is that things change. What is certain is that the universe is vast; but that this, too, will pass.
::sporks brain:: okay, CHEM. THINK. ABOUT. CHEM.
[from pictures in the most recent Time Magazine]
A row of pink-sheathed ballerinas point their soft-toed slippers forward, imprecisely, their round-smooth bodies are formed. They are like clay. They are dark haired be-ribboned asian children, with cheap surgical masks bound tightly against their mouths.
The well is sized of three elephants, like a brick tube sunk into the earth, like the hope of farmers and more than four score heads, bright sari and cloth pants and burnished skin and the gaping maws of pots and vases, surround this well, this wide wide circle that holds life like a cup of God.
It's a flow of people on the arching connect-way of New York like a pilgrimage towards home. There is no power except in the press and stride of human feet. There is no power; but there's still movement, and people still find their way home with the air of a neighborhood romp on the Fourth of July.
Nature forms stone archways as if to prove that wind is sometimes stronger than rock. And in the rules of the universe, fire planets sometimes dominate a realm where the pale moon holds court. It is not certain if this means that the underdog will win, or that preordained winners are inevitable. What is certain is that things change. What is certain is that the universe is vast; but that this, too, will pass.
::sporks brain:: okay, CHEM. THINK. ABOUT. CHEM.
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mmmmmm
*licks your prose*
GLOMPS.
p.s. plotz? writing coming llike pulling teeth over here.
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And I'm not the only person who does this? :) I use photography books for inspiration sometimes.
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*wants those images*
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Story!