golden bones
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Karl Who??? (by Jess D)
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I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Jaime Gil de Biedma (via asphyxiations)
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One, Alex Grey, 2001,
oil on linen, 66x44 inches‘In the bright mirror eyes of the Beloved, whose flaming filigree skin is a tapestry of spinning galaxies, we melt and know the one is all there is, ever has been and ever will be’
Alexgrey.com
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