starlark

The Day:

  • Awoke to a lovely burn down and meditation for 2 hours.
  • Drew some more thoughts for the next art show that I’m working on.
  • Hankering for some cuddle time and a good glazing with a movie.. (though I’m not too sure on how much of the movie would be watched..)
  • Started practicing/building the skeleton to my solo set for open mic Friday’s at one of the venues in a town a half-hour over.
  • Still trying to decided what to do with my hair currently.. any ideas..?

How was the day for you cats this evening?

A Short Visual.

“Lap Lap” went the dogs tongue, as it scraped the side of its Red Water Dish.

The sun was high and so were the kids as they rode along the rickety fence.

They drove past the dog and she barked like mad.

Moving faster, the bike was excited.

To go on such an adventure with its owner was exhilarating.

“Oh Boy! Oh Boy!” its wheels declared as the kids turned a sharp corner passing an elderly couple holding hands.

The elderly couple had been walking for 2 years now; staying wherever their feet brought them.

They started from a small log cabin in the Mountains.

- EggplantEyes-starlark-RyanGabrielHelminski

..Sregor Yennek..

..an Alaskan Sound Collage, experimental/electronic and freak-folk artist. He tends to wander into melodic textures that ebb, flow, and bubble along a coastal sub-tropic/dystopian desert of drones, phone-esque tones and odd samples.

He also has a free EP coming out soon.

Thanks for the listen.

lionizin asked:

"SCARED IS THE EMOTION ON THE PLACE WHERE THE FACET THAT IS THE FACE CHANGES-"

You have placed some really cool images with some really cool ideas. How do you personally combine the two? Do you find the image first or write the idea beforehand and then pick something that goes along with it?

I let my mind flow.

Premeditated Never.

It Expands and Grows.

I Blush at the Compliment.

Your Words are far too Kind.

I’m smiling from the thought of it.

So I take a bow and thank you:

Miss

or

Mister

Lion

or

Lioness.

Love,

EgplantEyes-starlark-RyanGabrielHelminski

MY LUNGS

fire burns them

MY MIND

uses the plants as friend

OF THE PSYCHE

the psychological lack thereof 

NOT REALLY INSANE

just a thought of

PLASMATIC CONSUMPTION

strike goes the match

THEN GORGEOUS DESTRUCTION

then gorgeous destruction

THE LOVE OF THE END

let the thought begin again

END THE START OF HIVE MINDED SIN

Poem By: EggplantEyes-starlark-RyanGabrielHelminski