Sic transit gloria mundiI'll leave you to dwell on that...
Orchestral NovelsOrchestral NovelsOrchestral Novels
I wish I could write, Novels, Stories, Lengthy pieces of prose.
A symphony of characters, Each unique, Personalities, Weaving in and out Of each others lives.
A orchestral opera, Of life stories, Humour, Horror, Genres intertwined.
A majestic plotline, Cascading, Like a river, To an cacophonic end.
Climaxing with a twist, Un-expectantly, The truth unfolding, Like a paper rose.
But, It’s all jargon to me, So I’ll stick to writi
StringsStringsStrings
Imagine a string. Any colour, you choose. Now try to see it’s size, not measured in length, but time. Millions upon millions of seconds. Follow the string, as it weaves too and fro, on a unique, singular journey.
Unrecreatable. Then it ends. It frays, and separates, each dissolving into nothing.
Good.
Now, there are 6 billion strings, all different colours, all taking a different winding path, under here, over there. Twisting and turning.
Strings create strings, a new colour bursts out from a fray, still running strong as the other fades into nothingness. &nb
Optimism
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Literature account ~Karakhanzi~
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There is a fox in me … a silver-gray fox … I sniff and guess … I pick things out of the wind and air … I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers … I circle and loop and double-cross.
- From Wilderness By Carl Sandburg
let me say one word for your gallery: AMAZING!
hehe i love your abstract stuff
xx
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Whatever you want to happen will happen, over the mist of time, in the end
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There is a fox in me … a silver-gray fox … I sniff and guess … I pick things out of the wind and air … I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers … I circle and loop and double-cross.
- From Wilderness By Carl Sandburg
with shiny pictures...oooooo
*watches*
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"Early to rise, early to bed makes a man healthy, wealthy, and dead." - Rincewind
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment. - Dorothy Parker
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...can i keep you...?.....
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