Murder your mind with colors, destroy your soul in hues
The girl never saw the man who slit her throat from behind. But he had seen her, seen her for days and days. He took her body to a field where nothing grew and made love to her. Then, he buried her deep and littered her body with the seeds of flowers and left her there to grow and blossom. The field became a beautiful, colorful world where he could go to see his love blooming. Until one day, she woke up.
Some photos and gifs I took with the wonderful Shonda Mackey awhile back under the set name "Impressionism" - You can purchase some prints if you'd like at http://imustbedead.com
Above Paris
The moon is violet.
It turns yellow
In the dead cities.
There is a green moon
In all legends.
Spider Web Moon
And broken canopy,
And over the deserts
It is deep and bloody.
But the white moon,
The only true moon,
Shines on calms
Cemeteries of villages.
by Federico Garcia Lorca, Chansons sous la lune
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