08-06-2007, 05:42 AM
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waaaaaaa :)
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    *Post mosaics made of whichever material, in whichever shape* (Are there mosaics made of words btw?) |
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08-06-2007, 06:43 AM
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08-06-2007, 06:47 AM
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08-06-2007, 07:05 AM
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hope dope
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08-06-2007, 07:20 AM
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waaaaaaa :)
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08-06-2007, 07:51 AM
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08-06-2007, 07:58 AM
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08-06-2007, 08:20 AM
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waaaaaaa :)
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08-06-2007, 11:49 AM
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08-06-2007, 12:13 PM
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waaaaaaa :)
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08-06-2007, 12:23 PM
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balancing actor
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08-06-2007, 12:27 PM
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08-06-2007, 12:51 PM
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balancing actor
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08-06-2007, 12:53 PM
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--------------------------------------------------- Fragments, Arthur Rimbaud An overcast morning in July. A taste of ashes flies through the air; - an odor of sweating wood on the hearth, - dew-ret flowers, - devastation along the promenades, - the mist of the canals over the fields - why not incense and toys already? x x x I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance. x x x The upland pond smokes continuously. What witch will rise against the white west sky? What violet frondescence fall? x x x While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds. x x x Reviving a pleasant taste of India ink, a black powder rains on my vigil. I lower the jets of the chandelier, I throw myself on my bed, and turning my face towards the darkness, I see you, my daughters! my queens! ------------------------------------------------------------ Original French: Une matinée couverte, en Juillet. Un goût de cendre vole dans l'air ; - une odeur de bois suant dans l'âtre, - les fleurs rouies, - le saccage des promenades, - la bruine des canaux par les champs - pourquoi pas déjà les joujoux et l'encens ? x x x J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher à clocher ; des guirlandes de fenêtre à fenêtre ; des chaînes d'or d'étoile à étoile, et je danse. x x x Le haut étang fume continuellement. Quelle sorcière va se dresser sur le couchant blanc? Quelles violettes frondaisons vont descendre ? x x x Pendant que les fonds publics s'écoulent en fêtes de fraternité, il sonne une cloche de feu rose dans les nuages. x x x Avivant un agréable goût d'encre de Chine, une poudre noire pleut doucement sur ma veillée. - Je baisse les feux du lustre, je me jette sur le lit, et, tourné du côté de l'ombre, je vous vois, mes filles ! mes reines ! |
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08-06-2007, 01:03 PM
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Love the one of the land Stephi.
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