Learned and unlearned feel that it is so. Always substance and increase, Always a knit of identity . . . . Out of the dimness opposite equals advance . . . . Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. I have heard what the talkers were talking . . . . nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself. nor look through the eyes of the dead . . . . there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand . . . . Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned the earth much? Have you practiced so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun . . . . the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hillsides, The feeling of health . . . . words loosed to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses . . . .
the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea- rocks sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belched words of my voice . . . . loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration . . . . The smoke of my own breath, Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers . . . . I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever . . . . it has no taste of the distillation . . . .
The atmosphere is not a perfume . . . . the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
#Unclothing growing up skipper full
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes . . . . I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . I CELEBRATE myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Personally, I think BJD’s are tons of fun.Leaves of Grass. Plus, it’s inside the headcap, which no one ever really see’s! You just put it around the eyes and they stay! (Hujoo’s have special rubber stoppers to hold the eyes, which requires no putty.) Since it doesn’t harden or anything, it doesn’t really hurt them. It’s just regular putty, nothing special. Traditionally, all BJD’s eyes are held in with putty. Yo-SD’s like Artemis, however, I’m not sure what exactly will fit her!!! I have yet to find anything in actual stores that I can put on her. They fit Barbie clothing, which is cheap and easy to find. 1/6th Bobobie’s, for example, are so easy outfit. You do have to buy pretty much everything separately for BJD’s, which is a blessing and curse.
I prefer buying the doll, usually with a face up (factory painted face) naked and then experimenting with different outfits and wigs. They are very customizable, which is what I find most fun about them! You can usually get a full set for lots of money that would include everything from clothes to wigs to eyes, to shoes. Asian Ball Jointed Dolls tend to in various ways.
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