Your eyes look out at me.No thoughts echo in my mind nor words speak aloud to me.I hope these are okay, Pris.Best wishes,Annie
He said, "Well, blow me over the head," so I did.Well, all blood and eyes I am.
Three chickadees on my head.Two trees on my eyes.I ran out of cantaloupes today.
Before I wake, your facefractures, eyes multiplyto see every secret thing
That was the night he tore out their eyes, left blood on the violets.
the line break is between their and eyes. No idea why it isn't there.
is this what i seethis is a world of knowingand knowing, made entirely of eyes
You guys are amazing! From the sensual to the lyrical to the surreal to gore. I love it!
look within the broken glassand see me looking outof yesterday
Avid admirationPatterns perceptionNullifying into nimbus negatives.
These are all really craative and good!
Two minds in one alone in the darkspawn the roaming eyesof yearning.
Jim, I like!
The roaming eyes are a symbolin an art piece I did. I wonderif they are used that way elsewhere. The eyes that arenot tied to the obligationsof your one body...
Eyes like benedictions like snakes like holes in threads invert a dream andwhen we runwe start at the other end of sleep
She told me I'd been born wearing a caul.
You guys are coming up with some great ones!
the negative diagonals back throughher history, first kiss, first yearbook,new notebook blinking its bright white empty first page.xx.www.salvagingit.blogspot.com
Hi anonymous,I went to your blog. It's good. I hope you keep writing in it. You're now in my 'blogs I follow' list below my links list.
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