Everyone knows where the sun must go down but yet in our easterly dash we swim to the west without lifebelts and drown like Johnny, the man they called Cash. Walk the line while wearing black, fall each time you climb, doing, never to come back, Folsom Prison time. The train which is a-comin' is around the bend, he said, our rolling stock is life, show biz for us while nearly dead. Poem: "Walk the Line" by Gershon Hepner Links: Hair:  Vanity Hair Makeup:  Booty's Beauty Nails:  Venge! Clothes:  Envious Jewelry:  [DD] Attractive

                                               I would like to be a dot in a painting by Miro. Barely distinguishable from other dots, it's true, but quite uniquely placed. And from my dark centre. I'd survey the beauty of the landscape and wonder -- would it be worthwhile to roll me towards the lemon stripe,  Centrally poised, and push my curves against its edge, to give myself a little attention? But it's fine where I am. I'll never make out what's going on around me, and that's the joy of it. The fact that I'm not a perfect circle makes me more interesting in this world. People will stare forever -- Even the most unemotional get excited. So here I am, on the edge of animation, a dream, a dance,a fantastic construction, A child's adventure. And nothing in this tawny sky can get too close, or move too far away. "I would like to be a dot in a painting by Miro" Monzia Alvi Links: Hair:  Truth Hair Jewelry:  Chop Zuey Nails:  Venge!/Vengeful Thre

 Hello, baby Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin' Ha ha ha ha ha Oh, you sweet thing Do I what? Will I what? Oh baby, you know what I like Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a ponytail hangin' down A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk Make the world go 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big-eyed girl To make me act so funny, make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose Like a girl, oh baby, that's a-what I like What's that, baby? But, but, but, oh, honey But, oh baby, you know what I like Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a ponytail hangin' down A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk, Lord Make the world go 'round, 'round, 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big-eyed girl To make me act so funny, make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose Like a girl, oh baby, that's a-what I like Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a ponytail hangin' down A wigg

  The Mage says to all 'come sit with me, that I may tell you, of the wonders of this world. ' 'You may ask who this one who rants is, perchance'                'I am the Mage, the sorcerer of time, I could be your friend, or enemy of the mind' ' Look around thee, tell me what you see, , , ' ' You may describe simple mundane things' 'but I am here to tell you that its true Magick this world brings ' ' It sustains your existence and that's always good it bounty is always misunderstood ' 'Taken for granted like a beautiful wife you do not miss her till shes gone from your life' ' I need not show you the power of Me when the real Magick lies within all that you see.' "Magick" - Samael Wolf Links: Hair: Action Inkubator (look them up!) Eyes:  IKON Makeup:  Zibska Nails:  Vengeful Threads/ Venge! Jewelry:  Formanails Orb:  Aii

  Sand, sand; hills of sand; And the  wind  where nothing is Green  and  sweet  of the land; No  grass , no trees, No  bird , no  butterfly , But hills, hills of sand, And a burning  sky . Sea , sea, mounds of the sea, Hollow, and  dark , and  blue , Flashing incessantly The whole sea through; No  flower , no jutting root, Only the  floor  of the sea, With foam afloat. Blow, blow, winding shells; And the watery  fish , Deaf to the  hidden  bells, In the  water  splash; No streaming  gold , no eyes, Watching along the waves, But far-blown shells, faint bells, From the darkling caves.   Links: Hair:  Little Bones Eyes:  IKON Makeup and Nails:  Vengeful Threads/VENGE  and  Booty's Beauty Skin:  LUMAE                                                 "The Mermaids Poem" by Walter De La Mare