My posters smell like you and all my photographs, they are still young. I pretend I'm not hurt and go about the world like I'm having fun. I sing the body electric. Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind. I sing the body electric. Mary's swaying softly to her heart's delight.
An appliqued cushion, built up from a variety of vintage, antique, and new fabrics, this creates a very sumptious and rich feel. I use the different colours and textures to create a portrait of your desired animal, just provide me with a photo. The back of the cushion is envelope style with a large button to secure the pad. The cushion is 45cm x 45cm and supplied with a feather pad. Please message me before ordering so that I can give you an idea of the time frame to make your pillow.
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face so murderous in its strangle of branches? Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults that kill, that kill, that kill.