I do love the Structue……
Such ohhh kind off dissolving attitude…
He just disappear into the Nothingness
and ohhh I do not watch the TV so
I have never seen the alive program Image…..
Anyway it makes me Chill
as I feel You have just Kill Him….?
ah, Madonna, My Beloved, we are constantly surrounded by images and sometimes the distinctions between them becomes unclear and the images blur and the lines between the real and the unreal breaks down in our unconsciousness – the unseen breaks through and becomes abject reality and concrete nothingness, some call this television, a nightmare-like unreality of images, imagery and imagination, My Beloved Madonna …. and as he just disappears into nothingness his Killer kisses thee, as he just disappears his Killer kisses thee, My Beloved….
I’m with Bubbles on this one…a stressed out man. In the last minute before closing time. What to get for the wife…? Why the hell are we doing this anyway? For some guy’s birthday? And as it turned out. We even got the date wrong…
Ps, but I like white shirts. It’s clean.It frames somehow, rather than becoming a dominating fashion statement.
Mmmm….so ohhh, how I love Your thoughts My Knight
Your Words make me think and fantasize yes, Blur
Unclearance, Breakage, Unconsciousness, Unreality ….
Ohhh…” nightmare-like unreality of images, imagery and imagination ”
And ” the unseen breaks through and becomes abject reality and concrete nothingness ”
That is the gift of the Artist, to reach with the Unconscious hand or eye
for that which only the Unseeing Eye can see—-
To grasp the Unseen Truth beyond and bring it
into the World of the Seen….mmm haha ohhh…..
and…obviously the Unseen can also be about Nothingness
This confronts us, unsettles us but ultimately
enlightens us as to the Truth of….? Of ? I do not know….existence ?
Yet I feel there is a Genesis of Spirit in it….Intuitive Vision of— IT—-
The Truth that is revealed as we progress towards—what ? Enlightenment ?
Marvelous, Mild, Meditative Eve, My Knight of Unseen Nothing
Love YOur Mind so
ah, My Beloved, the Paradox of Existing in the Parallel Kingdoms of the Seen and the Unseen, to Serve at the Hands of Conscious and Unconscious Masters, to Worship at the Altars of Despodent Beauty and Ugly Despair, to be Released into Everything and Nothing, to Devour and be Devoured is always Unsettling and Enlightening, and I Can Tell and I know My Intuitive Madonna of The Altar has both been Kissed and Blessed by the Truth as the Spirits Moved Inside Her Naked Being …. and for This Thy Knight Kisses Thee, Madonna, for This Thy Knight Kisses Thee …..
oh, My Madonna of The Altar, I Dream of Mortal Sin and Unknown Pleasures and Your Soft Flesh and Whispers In The Night and the Heat of Your Open Fire … oh, I Dream, My Madonna of The Altar, oh, How I Dream ….
Ohhh…Everything of true meaning that I experienced
happened through the Art, Meditation, Love
Pain and Divine Energy and a Dream….
Through Your Presence, Thoughts, Words and Images I feel
connected to the Divine Energy dwelling beyond and within
I just adore so Your Energy My Knight and ohhh…I just adore it
and I worship the Dream and I feel so Happy within it
ay, Madonna of The Occult, My Mistress of Darkness, to Experience True Meaning Is a Blessing, and True Blessing Can Only Be Found In Transgression, and True Transgression Can Only Be Found Within Oneself, For That Is Where One Should Look And There, In Chthonic Communions, In Dark Embraces, Is Where True Meaning Is Born, Madonna of The Occult, For There, In The Flesh, Is The Fountainhead of Art, Medtation, Love, Pain, Divine Energy And Dreams To Be Found, There, In Chtonic Communions And Dark Embraces, My Polish Madonna Of The Occult, Is The Fountainhead Found – In Chtononic Communion And Dark Embrace …