Lines, dots, maybe?

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, August 05, 2008

I was dreaming about lines, apparently random lines placed smoothly through a white canvas. They where dreams of people flowing through the air, they where silliness from the fallen, they where your words as they reached my heart, they where my words as they kissed your eyes. And during this state of mind, I thought about showing it to you, thank you Mr. Jackson Pollock



[ Mrs. K i t e ]
mrs kite is flying... fly.... i i i... ing

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