Wednesday, November 9, 2011
HNT: ON THE CUSP OF A LISP
first, click on the ruins (of my overhead tree view) for #2 in the series
THEN, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE
the war is over, you've lost
you have turned into the traitor you thought you would
getting the fuck out of dodge as the bombs rained down onto your tree fort
you leave your only family behind and race to the nearest clearing
there, a huge, unsurvivable jump into a large patch of tall woods and branches
you close your eyes to avoid any circumstance
you slowly raise your arm wings as the missiles are used now
you jump, bird
you jump, you did it, it's over
what do you see on the way down?
you fly, what to say?
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Your words are as striking as your lovely pictures.
I fly... up, as a wind current catches me and tosses me to the sky. Up and ever up, to dizzying heights, to rapture...
Wonderful pics and words
Happy HNT xxx
I'll jump, take flight, soar... As long as you and and your bird and your pixels glide along with me... :*
gucci: strike the match to glory
kazi: your rapture > The Rapture
heel: hi there
cheeky: the pixels are a headache on airplanes
Well said xo
marnie: o hai, how's it going?
lol - I love your pics!! :D
vie: *waves from the forest*
Love the words and I like what you done with the picture.... I can't wait to see more.
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