"There is nothing like art...There is only movement. Force. Creative power...Anguished happiness. Creative power, in whatever form it is released, moves like the dancer's muscles."
Friday, 30 October 2009
A loving father, a difficult wife
A concrete Eden. Pave the way forward, Toward the lowly exit. Trouble in Paradise lovingly overlooked, Her eyes - Just an organ, an organ. He's playing to your tune no longer.
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