I have found myself behind another mask, also self created.
Without tools of hand assisted craft, completely assembled with the creativity of real love and real ego.
We are often the last to know of these elaborate disguises.
Shaken uncertainty and a hollow, emotional spool of deceased thread.
Showing posts with label A strong death. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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