Jan 15
Only if i could split myself in two, one mute, sexless, translucent skin over porcelain, the other a being fierce and strong, flesh and hot blood, and the two will walk hand in hand onto a deserted island, and one will sing and monologues about god joyjously while the other listens and meticulously draws everything its eyes could see, and when it is dark the fire that burns in the loin of the flesh being will keep both of them warm as they fall asleep and the island is quiet but for the rhythmic sounds of the waves.
