Not waving but drowningThe great, colorful mass surged back and forth in droves; going downtown, going uptown, going to their friends, going to their homes, going to the next block over, going to the park, going into that building, going left, going right, going straight, skipping here, crashing there, thrusting forward, pulling back, going this way, going that way, looking up and—some--sinking down. The swarm existed constantly as an inconstant force of nature and, in the middle of the bobbing heads and intemperate movements of the crowd, was Icarus—small and struggling to keep the very top of a curly mop of hair seen by her, far off.Not waving but drowning
Betwe
Barbara Kruger's UntitledYour Gaze Hits the Side of My FaceBarbara Kruger's Untitled
Being a woman I was thoroughly unsatisfied. I saw in myself a quality that deserved far more that my predestined lot in life. Belonging to a sisterhood comprised chiefly of delicate, simpering, historically oppressed house pets, certain things were expected of my being. There existed a daily quota for me, in regards to those so desirable traits of obedience, loyalty, tact, practicality, etc. Possessing a beauty that seemed to be, or that was at least presented separate from myself—my character, who I was--I found myself cast between adoration and hate, jealously and distaste, compass
I hope you will be my newest friend!
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God envies the poets.
Let's hang out sometime! I have stories and presents and pictures to share, plus I just want to see you.
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You asked me which meant more to me, you or my life, I said my life and you walked away. But what you didn't realize is that you are my life.
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You asked me which meant more to me, you or my life, I said my life and you walked away. But what you didn't realize is that you are my life.
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peace, love, and save the whales.
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