In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
-Ian Curtis
New image created at one in the morning thanks to my old friend insomnia. For my ongoing project about Ian Curtis called Why Is The Bedroom So Cold? It depicts his wife Debbie comforting Ian after an epileptic fit brought on by over indulging in wine, drugs and other women...
Hi how are you?
ReplyDeleteI was looking through your blog, and I found it interesting, and inspiring to me, so I thought why not post a comment.
I have a blog also obviously and would like to invite you to become my blog friend...
I mostly post about the South West experience through the perspective of personal writings, and my art.
Maybe you can become my friend, and follow, and I can also follow you, if that is okay.
Well I hope to hear from you soon… :)
Jesse
Thank for your feedback it is much appreciated!
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