florescent light Life is framed in a canvas, where the frame is death, illustrating the limits of life. 010402
CM My life is my canvas 031014
jane erotic

his body was my canvas, he sat drawing at his table while on his back i painted concentric circles with perpendicular lines meeting at the vertex
we were both awed when i finished
because i had gone into a trance
a thimble in time F.L., That was illuminating. If you don't mind, I think I'm going to commit that beautiful idea to memory. 031014
wingedSerpent i am a layer of rough sketch between layers of paintings 031015
newme i need 040715
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