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About Me
the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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- es kommen haertere tage
- when in dreams
- Green Tea Mochi
- and the bleeding rose has bloomed out of her.
- and what is it to be the sister (3)
- Soft eyes Soft fingers
- go to sleep My Gentle One
- she hasn't come. the image died. there was nothing...
- The woman who calls herself the Gentle One and who...
- and what is it to be the sister (2)
- death of the innocent
- For Ana of the Thousand Stars, the silence she's y...
- STELĂ TRECĂTOARE - Victor Segalen
- Stèle provisoire - Victor Segalen
- This is the end beautiful friend
- No title
- Ophelia by Millais
- and what is it to be the sister (1)
- Wie soll ich me...
- No title
- I should not speak today
- Das Romantische ist also ein Perspectiv oder vielm...
- if murasaki hadn't existed
- i'd have invented her
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and she did. and she woke up the morning after. the tree was still there waiting. so was the woman. and she called this happiness.
ReplyDeleteNow you can drink it or you can nurse it,/ it don't matter how you worship/ as long as you're/ down on your knees.
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