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[October 19th, 2009] |
"The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women fecundate each other deeply. Something is always born of man and woman lying together and exchanging the essences of their lives. Some seed is always carried and opened in the soil of passion. The fumes of desire are the womb of man's birth and often in the drunkeness of caresses history is made, and science, and philosophy. For a woman, as she sews, cooks, embraces, covers, warms, also dreams that the man taking her will be more than a man, will be the mythological figure of her dreams, the hero, the discoverer, the builder....Unless she is the anonymous whore, no man enters woman with impunity, for where the seed of man and woman mingle, within the drops of blood exchanged, the changes that take place are the same as those of great flowing rivers of inheritance, which carry traits of character from father to son to grandson, traits of character as well as physical traits. Memories of experience are transmitted by the same cells which repeated the design of a nose, a hand, the tone of a voice, the color of an eye. These great flowing rivers of inheritance transmitted traits and carried dreams from port to port until fulfillment, and gave birth to selves never born before....No man and woman know what will be born in the darkness of their intermingling; so much besides children, so many invisible births, exchanges of soul and character, blossoming of unknown selves, liberation of hidden treasures, buried fantasies...
— Anaïs Nin
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[September 14th, 2009] |
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[September 1st, 2009] |
this year i am going to change the colours of my face and peel off my skin to find a different shade of nighttime underneath. under the first raw salmon pink layer will be a bright blue iridescent hue that looks like a magic ball in wizard man's hands. it will be the kind of blue that you can only see when you press your fingers real hard against your lids with your eyes closed and you see a flash of impossible blue that is brighter than dawn. my eyes will be the gold the aztecs picked up and rubbed on their flesh in ecstasy and my tongue will be the colour of honey dripping from the mouths of animals. and when i open my eyes everything will shine like the sun.
image by Jessica Walker words tattooed in my brain
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