“It is important to look at death because it is a part of life. It is a sad thing, melancholic but romantic at the same time. It is the end of a cycle—everything has to end.”
– Alexander McQueen, 2010
Must death be seen as a sadness? Can death be a pleasure? It is said that there is pleasure in a little death. I once read somewhere that love, sex & death were synonymous. It seems that perhaps the French agree. For you see there is a phrase “Le Petit Mort” and translated it refers to the Little Death. It is coined in reference to the achievement of spiritual, mental or physical release of an orgasm & the feeling of melancholy that transcends the experience. The “life force” that is expended through the chemical release of the body produces a loss, a pleasurable loss, albeit a loss. So perhaps when you next take pleasure in death remember its but a little death and you should be enjoying it. The pleasure is all mine. Enjoy, Kisses. m.
Well I say it's just smoke
So you say it's the hair of ghosts
So I say it's the white hair of Poseidon
Ebbing in the tide in some dead sea
So you say it's some Shroud of Turin
And the sun wore it white and the earth wore it thin
Or the sun wore it white and His faith wore it thin
Unraveling heavenward
It's saddled to tiny birds
Or other such winged things
Either way they are struggling
Either way they are miniature
Either way they're invisible
But either way they're confused
As Hell would have them
And the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it's right cause chaos is yours and it's mine
And chaos is luck and like love and love blind
The pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it's right cause chaos is yours and chaos is mine mine mine mine
And chaos is love and they say love is blind
But they're subject to hating us
Oh, just like the rest of us
Oh, we're just like the rest of us
They need the rest of us to stay alive
So thats not where confusion lies
That's not where illusions to the fact that the truth is just smoke in your eyes
Does lie
Confusion lies in which other wicked things do lie with
Confusion lies in which other wicked things do lie with
And chaos is yours
And chaos is mine
And chaos is love and they say love is blind
So I say oh I see now it's just smoke
So I say oh I see now it's just smoke
Oh I say oh I see now it's just smoke
Oh I say oh I see now it's just smoke
Winged/Wicked Things - Sunset Rubdown
White. Pale as a ghost. Some things change you. But it's just smoke, isn't it now? illusion?
Some say pink is the color of calmness and somber moods. I don't know about that. Apparently the nervous hospitals paint the rooms pink to bring about a more subdued emotional state in the patients. There has to be a million other meanings for pink. I'm certain there are quite a few I haven't even heard of yet. Well for today I'm pink, mildly irritated & a bit upset, amidst my current chaos trying to tie up loose ends and all that sort... and of course complete a rather ambitious endeavor at the same time. I thought this was a little creepy and well it was important that I shared that sentiment. If it scares you, well that's always fun! kisses. m.
