ofenchant's Diaryland Diary

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perfection and eloquence

The girl in my painting is coming to life after a year of blue background. The removal of white is only the beginning. No depth or explanation, but thick with decoration, her eyes will blink out meaninglessly. Plastic and unreal, a dummy for the onlookers and I shall appreciate her (beauty).

But Salma, Frida glorious and abundantly glittering is too much for the husband in dancing erotically and powerfully she gazes and moves and is and I want that in my veins. A clear honest love passion for life.

(Punctuation halts possibility).

Alone in the house on a simmering day with cicadas endless noise and a smell of decay.

Lovely.

I'm not sure what I want.

Classes start mere weeks away. To pretend to be smart and dedicated again... I'm not sure I can do that.

There's never any food in the house. I don't really ever see people. I hardly ever see myself, I'm at work so much.

But sometimes a feeling of exactly who I want to be settles in my dancing and my eyes sparkle over the way I am and can be in my living room.

It's perfection.

3:02 p.m. - 2006-01-30

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