AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Noone want talk with me...Highly unlikely
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Noone want talk with me...
Hard to feel sympathetic hanging naked, nailed to my cross. Perhaps you need a different vocation?
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
You right... You right...
Perhaps others will agree...
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AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
We can talk to each other...It's gonna be a very long night
malins
Stumbling Seeker
croak... ugh...don't know really. It just seemed wrong for me to take the water when she wasn't getting any.
Is the night going to be very cold?
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
No... And thousands of stars in the sky...
No. No, I really don't think so. You seem eminently suited to this vocation. Almost a calling, I would think.
So plaintive. So resigned. Hanging between the earth and the stars.
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
What vocation?
Crucifixion artist. Live installations.
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
messaline
Crucified Amazon
But we, cruxgirls, are needing of you !!! Think about the happiness that you bring to us when you crucify ...
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Thank you, MessalineBut we, cruxgirls, are needing of you !!! Think about the happiness that you bring to us when you crucify ...
I'm very glad to hear it...
I love you all... Cruxgirls
malins
Stumbling Seeker
the deep black strewn with a thousand perfect jewels... I'm in awe and wonder... though every fiber in my body is sore and strained. I've never seen it like this. So beautiful, so far, but in this perfect night, so close, still unreachable ... no less and no more unreachable, no closer and no further than the ground that I can't ever touch. Nothing I could do could make me grasp the stars in my hands, or make me walk the earth with my feet. My head falls down, it's a chore to crane your neck to stare up at the sky, it would be much better to just be lying on my back and looking up, why am I not doing that? Anyway everything is a chore. I don't remember ever being so annoyed by the task of having to breathe. That never bothered me before. I just did it. Now I wish whoever wants me to do that all the time would just leave me alone. My head is down. My feet. Starlight glints - can it be so bright? - on somethig metallic and on dark traces, rivulets tracing down and vanishing between the toes. I don't understand. I throw my head back but suddenly it's all dark. Could clouds roll in so quickly? No, there's something, coming out of the black, but it looks like fireworks popping off and snow falling straight down and dust swirling and then I don't know if it's black or white and I think I'm looking down again but I can't find my feet. Anyway I'm tired and there's this nagging feeling that there's something really important that I'm forgetting but I don't know what it is, sorry. I just need to sleep right now, everyone just go away.
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Oh it's beautiful, I wish it could last forever ...
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Next time... When you go to bed...
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