...in this blog we publish everything that seems to be important for us + everything that - we think- we have to show the world.
artie stuff, serious stuff, funny stuff, silly stuff, and our stuff...
this is all work in progress...first it was supposed to be an art blog...now it also became a start blog for all the creativity we have captured inside ourselves for such a long time...and a support blog for other creative minds...
comments are welcome, agree or disagree...and like a friend of mine wrote in his blog:
"...this is just a blog."
so have fun
♥
I couldn't walk with him in the rain
sparks would ignite
the bomb that fuses from our heads
The countdown begins
This moment, that is Creeping
When this moment comes
You'll feel the surrender
Dumb and in love with no one
but yourself
And because of that: everyone
When the blades you use to shape your excuses, run dull
you run knives across your lips
a first kiss with your soul
Secrets seaping from every pore
When nothing matters
everything means so much more
Posionous wine
vineyards at dusk
I ran with you in my dreams
We laughed and laughed.
I'm a ball of yarn
Coming undone
tossed around
Serenaded by robots.
Secrets in The Rain
I heard you fell into a rabbit hole
Covered yourself up in snow
Baby, tell me, where'd you go
For days and days?
I am a blind pirate
Who thinks she sees land.
Its truly only a infinite horizon
Of crashing waves
I'm thrashed down to the bottom
Of the oceans floor.
I've been there many times before.
The cigarette between my quivering lips
Records.
I am toxic waste
The tar in your lungs
The pollution in the meadow's air
The shine on the Beast's fangs
Betrayed by masked friends
Befriended: buys you a nice
how do you do?
When really they are saying
I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!!!
Don't think you have buttoned me up
to care.
Nestled warm from the flaming
bitter cold air.
Haven't you learned that cupids arrows are poison?
Love now comes in prescription form.
Lovely chemical clouds.
Haven't you noticed?
Or are your eyes still stuck on your forks
next to your feast?
xx
I must stay away
I have to restrain
these intricate illusions
are far past my head
& way above my life.
I move further from you
to get closer to him.
But with you
is where love began
I'll never get that beginning back
I wish I could write a sappy love song
To show you
I love you
Create a life
With us together
I fear we are better apart
Why do I want you?
Its only because right now I need you.
My impulses sometimes steer my body
They fog up my mind
Though I find comfort in being blind
I'll always choose sight.
Please take me to the pier
Let me feel thunder strike
I will leave you more wholesome
then before.
Just leave me
I'll crash like the waves
on a ocean day
To the mysteries in the depths of the
oceans floor.
The fog clears.
But he is drawn backwards by guilt.
Fire swarms his fists.
They sink into faces
Hopefully just walls
Nothing fills these empty spaces
I kiss away all of his mistakes
but he forgets to say goodbye
So they linger
His past is a ghost
Like a shadow
It follows him by his side
He mocks himself
When change is given a try
Hope crawls back into its
metal shield
We begin all over again
I must be taught
How to teach
How to speak
Properly
I swiftly fail
I start at the ending
only to realize I love to bail.
2009 by SUNFLOWERDAGGER
i did know about the catacombs of paris, but i didn´t know about the walls of bones…this is beautiful scary …
some info about how and why there are all these bones in the underground of paris from wikipedia:
The Catacombs of Paris or Catacombes de Paris are a famous underground ossuary in Paris, France. Located south of the city’s former “Barrière d’Enfer” city gate (at today’s Denfert-Rochereau), the ossuary fills a renovated section of caverns and tunnels that are the remains of Paris’ stone mines. Opened in the late 18th century, the underground cemetery became a tourist attraction on a small scale from the early 19th century, and has been open to the public on a regular basis from 1867. Following an incident of vandalism, they were closed to the public for an indefinite amount of time in September, 2009.[1]
The official name for the catacombs is l’Ossuaire Municipal. Although this cemetery covers only a small section of underground tunnels comprising “les carrières de Paris” (“the quarries of Paris”), Parisians today often refer to the entire tunnel network as “the catacombs”.
Paris since Roman times buried its dead to the outskirts of the city, but this changed with the rise of Christianity and its practice of burying its faithful deceased in consecrated ground in and adjoining its churches. By the 10th century, because of the city’s expansion over the centuries, there were many parish cemeteries within city limits, even in central locations. When Paris’ population began to rise rapidly in the following centuries, some of these cemeteries became overcrowded where expansion was impossible. Soon only the most wealthy could afford church burials, which led to the opening in the early 12th century of a central burial ground for more common burials: initially dependant upon the St. Opportune church, this cemetery near Paris’ central Les Halles district was renamed as the ‘Saints-Innocents cemetery’ under its own church and parish towards the end of the same century.
The practice common then for burying the lesser-wealthy dead was mass inhumation. Once an excavation in one section of the cemetery was full, it would be covered over and another opened. Few of the dead buried in this way had the privilege of coffins; often the casket used for a burial ceremony would be re-used for the next. Thus the residues resulting from the decaying of organic matter, a process often chemically accelerated with the use of lime, entered directly into the earth, creating a situation quite unacceptable for a city whose then principle source of liquid sustenance was well-water.
By the 17th century the sanitary conditions around Saints-Innocents cemetery was unbearable. As it was one of Paris’ most sought-after cemeteries and a large source of revenue for the parish and church, the clergy had continued burials there even when its grounds were filled to overflowing. By then the cemetery was lined on all four sides with “charniers” reserved for the bones of the dead exhumed from mass graves that had “lain” long enough for all the flesh they contained to decompose. Once emptied, a mass sepulture would be used again, but even then the earth was already filled beyond saturation with decomposable human remains.
A series of ineffective decrees limiting the use of the cemetery did little to remedy the situation, and it wasn’t until the late 18th century that it was decided to create three new large-scale suburban burial grounds to the outskirts of the city, and to condemn all existing parish cemeteries within city limits.
yesterday the band KILL HANNAH was the victim of a crime.
all theyr stuff was stolen in philadelphia,
they had to cancel shows and are in a very silly situation (nicely said).
the official press release sais:
Chicago nu romantics KILL HANNAH woke up on the eve of wrapping their fall tour with Jet, Papa Roach and Morningwood to a find their 15-passenger van and 14-foot trailer stolen. Taken between 4am and 11am today, Wednesday, November 11 from the front of the Holiday Inn on 900 Packer Ave, Philadelphia, PA—the same location that rock trio Mae had their van stolen from just a week earlier—the band lost over $120,000 in gear and merchandise, including one-of-a-kind vintage custom guitars and vintage custom effects. The theft comes just over a year after a devastating fire in Europe destroyed everything on the band’s bus.
Lead singer Mat Devine says, “We’re devastated and speechless. We’ve been touring so hard around the world for the past seven years and this is the most evil thing we’ve witnessed. Special Crimes say this was a coordinated heist.”
The band regretfully has to cancel their remaining tour dates, scheduled for the Electric Factory in Philadelphia tonight and the Nokia Theatre in New York City tomorrow. Their seventh annual “New Heart For Xmas” weekend of shows and events are still scheduled in Chicago on December 18 at Reggie’s Rock House and December 19 at Metro.
here some random pumpkins…very awesome and artful pieces:
TOP TEN REASONS TRICK-OR-TREATING IS BETTER THAN HAVING SEX
10. You’re guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.
9. Once you’ve done it, you don’t have to wait an hour to do it again
8. The uglier you look, the more likelier you are to get some.
7. You don’t have to make small talk with the person who gave you candy.
6. The person giving it to you isn’t fantasizing you’re someone else.
5. If you get a stomach ache, it won’t last 9 months.
4. If you wear a mask, no one thinks you’re kinky.
3. It doesn’t matter if the kids hear you moaning and groaning.
2. You don’t have to call the person that gave it to you next week.
And the #1 reason trick-or-treating is better than having sex…
1. IF YOU DON’T GET WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN ALWAYS GO NEXT DOOR – Life is good!!!!!