Salali-K

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Euphrosyne by Mercury-the-Queen, literature

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Euphrosyne

dawn. legs splash from milky sheets. she rises from the bed like a wave and crests, just before bare feet touch wood and fog crawls across the mirror. midmorning. footsteps leave damp prints on the floor. she sings in muted tendrils that float through hollow rooms. the sun dries her hair with copper fingers. noon. the shadows bunch beneath her feet and she tosses them across the sky- painting clouds over the staring sun. mile-long legs stretch across the world and she makes love to the hand-me-down earth. afternoon. her quickened breath becomes the wind and sails ships across the seven seas. dusk. when the sun grows w

Motorcycle by Mercury-the-Queen, literature

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Motorcycle

. there are stray-cat men who ramble through my bar rooms, ponytails that drip down their backs and they wear ink beneath their skin, blue jeans that are soft and faded, hands whose callouses rub spots on my tables, and how many times have i felt the sticky-cold smack of a bandana, the bristle of an unshaved mouth running rough against my thigh? . there is a certain poetry about the way a hair sticks to naked skin. i am weaved between burning legs, dripping oil and gasoline and we roar like tigers in a concrete jungle. . the morning after is heat between my thighs and an empty bed, shy noseprints on the window and my best

flotsam by Mercury-the-Queen, literature

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flotsam

we crash seafoam when my bones are driftwood, breaking. i dive for pearls in your hair, lose my breath and realize that i don't need it; your sighs suffice to fill my canvas lungs. our bodies carve castles in the sand. ("you've practiced," you whisper. "tongues in tidepools have taught you to love.") the moon swells the waves. your kneecaps remind me of dolphin noses, your fingertips are hermit crabs that scuttle on my skin. (we howl like seaside wolves, and then) when morning comes i can't help but see the way you sprawl like yawning waves in the early morning tide. you are a shipwreck. between sailor's-knotted sheets

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About Salali-K

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

May 24
United States
Deviant for 12 years
She / Her

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Favourite Movies

Ghostbusters, Angels in America, The Laramie Project, Rover Dangerfield, All Dogs Go to Heaven, Legends of the Fall

Favourite TV Shows

Snapped, Roseanne, Cheers, Looney Tunes

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Pink, Sanxion7, AFI, Classical Music

Favourite Books

The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Hairstyles of the Damned, The Help, Ballads of Suburbia, I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone

Favourite Writers

Stephanie Kuehnert

Favourite Games

Banjo Kazooie, Joust, MarioKart64

Favourite Gaming Platform

N64/Atari

Tools of the Trade

Paintbrushes, Canvas, Acrylics, Mediums, Gels, Alprazolam, and a Shitty Camera

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Salali-K

Nov 13, 2011

Stream of Consciousness..for now.

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Hello all, Figured I'd give this journal thing a try.  Hope you enjoy my art (I think it's rather shitty in comparison to most of you but it's more of an anxiety outlet for me)  I have anxiety quite horribly..to the point where I bite my nails even when there's none left.  Painting seems to help that..the only time I can get my mind to stfu for 5 minutes. Let's see...I'm a pharm tech.  I'm sure you picture me just sitting in a chair counting pills all day.  I assure you most pharm techs don't, they run their asses off just to get yelled at.  But I found a job where I literally sit there and count pills.  It's rather boring.  I put in for a