The Fallible Gods
posted by tearful dishwasher at 7:34 PM
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
About Me
- Name: tearful dishwasher
- Location: U.S. Outlying Islands
Fully engaged in the whole catastrophe
Previous Posts
- Dirty Martini
- I've Been Wronged
- Antidote
- under my skin
- Give Me Liberty, or Give Me Spartanburg
- Capsule 6
- Gisela und Heinz, 1989
- Sunrise at the Bucket of Blood Saloon
- How to be Happy
- Bereft Object No. 1
3 Comments:
the world is distortion and everything outside of love and need is
morphed into nightmare, but love's in perfect focus. and if you look closely- along with the clarity comes a harbinger of the boniness of death and age: look at the woman's disproportionately long-fingered hand, so skeletal and grasping...
this looks like love aware of its own demise.-
k.
Good read, Karen. A lot like how I see the world...
Love the only comfort we have on our way to the bone yard.
All the best-
Scott
love aware of its own demise.
yes yes yes. this pic is a perfect representation of my last 2 daze...
hey scott. all pics of me lost in the recent computer crash. but whyn'tcha save that one dj put ova on her site and work with that for "my" collage? wanna see what you'll do with me, man.
xx
lynze
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