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RLP no. 36: conceptual self portrait


I get it all the time where I happen to be making a face that expresses the total opposite to what I'm actually feeling, eg. I apparently look concerned when I'm actually reflecting on a good day. And then there are some people who can read too accurately what I'm thinking just by looking at my face. Just last night my friend said "don't worry you can wait in the car, I can tell by your face you don't want to move." It was really dark too so how she managed to read that baffled me. This photo is actually one of the outtakes from what I was originally planning to do, but now I'm curious, what do you read?

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My camera isn't that great but I made a timelapse video of the blood moon the other night. 


Enjoy and happy remixing.


 


-Ryan

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RLP wk 36: conceptual self portrait

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fateful


is the word


people like to use


to describe a tragedy


when they want it


to feel like a


romance.

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There is no way to win through


The glass into the light beyond


Where the electricity runs with the hum of a song


That no one has sang since before we were born


While moths crawl the length of my arms


And leave prints of their wings in dust


Up and down the place on my neck


That I never want you to touch again


I wish there'd been some kind of chemical on your lips


That could have scarred me, branded my collarbones


A scarlet letter to wear for my shame


Not shame of you, but shame of me


For letting how my heart felt dictate what I believed


A tyrant inside a ribcage, just waiting to ravage the body outside


And I know that I'd destroy you if given half the chance


My hands were not meant to save anything


Not you, not anyone else


They're better off at my sides, being eaten alive by moths


An exhibit of failed intent for the crowd to laugh at


They'd call me a monster, a beast with one back


A spine that doesn't bend enough to retract


So it's become a cross with no god to make it a metaphor


I'm a shitty church that no one prays in anymore


If you fell now, you'd fall for a leper


And when you dragged me anywhere, I'd keep dropping pieces


Until there was nothing left but a trail of me 


For you to follow all the way back home


So what am I meant to love if not you?


An attic with no roof, a gathering of moths around my little light?


They've no feelings for me to hurt, hearts too simple for me to break


Just let me lead myself down into the cellar with no floor


And fall into the abyss, where Virgil waits whistling 


Even if sometimes you lay awake at night


And think that maybe all this drivel is just what you needed


To keep the wolves from the door


But it's not, it's just the blood soaking the lawn


Let the moths come, let them gnaw at my nail beds


If it meant I couldn't ruin your life any more


Than the ones who came before


And left the window open 


When they vanished

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Photo by LineDreamer. :-)

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