There were silver songs on her skin.

Post the Third

2007-05-21T02:02:59Z

"To be sure we have harvested: but why have all our fruits become rotten and brown? What was it that fell last night from the evil moon?

In vain was all our labor, poison hath our wine become, the evil eye hath singed yellow our fields and hearts. ...

All our fountains have dried up, even the sea hath receded. All the ground trieth to gape, but the depth will not swallow!

'Alas! Where is there still a sea on which one could be drowned?'"
- Nietzsche's Thus Spake Zarathustra

Post the Second

2007-05-06T20:01:45Z

"I'm not looking for sympathy. Not really. I just feel so sad. What I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted to create something alive and shocking enough that it could stand beside a morning in somebody's life. The most ordinary morning. Imagine, trying to do that. What foolishness."
- Michael Cunningham's The Hours

Post the First

2007-05-05T22:54:20Z

I, fuck77kids, am now turning my focus towards photography. This is where it will go. I'm going to draw more from music and literature. Expect the first real post very soon.