too_much_beauty nonlucid is hard to digest - become incapable of taking it all in, become saturated and tune out, and tuning out to beauty is perhaps inexcusable can't grok it all 040702 ... z symbolic_fatigue 040702 ... z aesthetic_fatigue 040702 ... puredream not enough. 040711 ... mood ring listening to music so loud you can hear nothing else and watching visual effects on itunes 040711 ... pete there is no such thing as too much beauty, nor too little 040711 ... Syrope the demons under my skin. they like you. you're the_only_one who can handle me in any mood. i was fine when i thought one of us was satisfied with our boundaries. now i just can't stop shaking. i'll show you more tears, blood, bone. whatever you need. to be the first person to evoke such colors in my eyes in so long, you sure are adamant about apologizing. i hate that sacrificial_tears can send mixed messages. 040711 ... Jess Does Pete think Meg has "toomuch beauty"? 040712 ... spiffy i saw too much beauty tonight. i walked out the door and saw the sky and just stopped. i said wow. the clouds captured me. you'd have thought i'd never seen them before. i decided that i didn't have a good enough veiw so i climbed up on the roof. it was overwhelming. so beautiful that i could hardly stand it, hardly keep still. but it was most beautiful when i did just that. kept still. i stared in awe. i could hardly breathe. it made me want more. it was too much yet not enough. so fulfilling yet leaving such a desire. i would try to describe what i saw, the clouds in the sky, but it was undescribable. beyond words. or maybe i just don't have a big enough vocabulary. 040712 ... z some thoughts cannot be expressed. 040713 ... (z) (rake the gravel of my garden, dry is the waveform flower and i dare not tread there today footprints visit amongst it's stone and i watch it's vibrant stillness radiant with un watered life all lasting is pictured here i see time and place collide and stops) 050827 ... afrika if I could see the plaster cracking from your greening smallpore face if I could see the thread unspooling from your jealous folds of lace if I could eat your nasty goblet from your glowing dish of mould if I could suck the little skeleton from your fishy lies untold if I could swim in sodden grit from your polluted trashcan beach if I could roll around in it if I could hold your hand in it if I could jump and land in it your softest wart your bitter kiss your beauty would be mine to reach 050828 what's it to you? who go blather from