#bitesthedust

[quidecephal-blog]

murderous female ruler

am also excited for my huion drawing tablet to come in the mail sinc ei can only draw THIS with a laptop mouse

[takeshi-dbxv]

KILLA QUEEN, DAISAN NO BUKODAN, BITES ZA DUSTO

[goldenstardiamond]

[goldenstardiamond]

[reisutheowl]

Some Killer Queen doodles~ Guaranteed to blow your mind... Sometimes #myart #traditional #doodle #killerqueen #kq #jjba #jjbafanart #diamondisunbreakable #jjbadiu #jjbastand #stand #straycats #meme #derp #bitesthedust #jojosbizarreadventure #jojos #fanart #illustration #cat #bigcat

[arnabh]

Congratulations @rishibhagwati22117 and @urmi8 ... All the best guys!!! #weekendwarriors #marriage #bitesthedust #friendswedding (at Bimala Bhawan)

[artbylaurus]

Frothy Dream

I rode my bike all over town, in the rain, wind and over the hills. Picking up pieces of my life all over this vast city. I found myself at the same stop as before. It felt like I was going in circles. Cycling in circles, I crevassed and carved the city surface. Like a swell on the tides roll, I return again to the place I once was. The churning of pedals, a meditation of breath, of syncing (or sinking) in, a release of energy gets me there, on any day, like second nature. Sometimes in the rain, I see small rivers flowing down the street, affected by gravity, without doubt and responding molecularly to this manmade terrain. Tapping into that same force, I disengage from tension, and relive the effortlessness of gravity. The climb begins again, yet this time I don’t notice until the top. When the mind leaves the body, and “being" diffuses in the moment, a field of energy surrounds me like a bubble of bursting glow, deflecting all distraction, and engaging my primitive function. I smell the humid must of the concrete. Slick and damp, as if time slowed and every moment expanded into a thousand more, I could see evaporation happening all around as beads of moisture lift into steam. Peaking brightness and warmth for not more than a moments pass, defying gravity the in name of natural process, mist rises. The sky and the ground become one, through fluidity, expansion, and pressure, the effortless cycle continues.

I ride again, second day, not quite like before, but carrying more. Off my brow, drips of soul condensate, and fade away. I drop pieces of myself along the city surface, almost becoming a part of each place through these remnants. Like layers of cells, matter, fluid and thoughts, multiplying the actuality of spaces, in traces of dots, spot, and mark making moments. I remember the mist and these pieces of me, arising from the weighted floor, and becoming one with the sky. This day my goals are undefined, unsuppressed, and undulating force. Some days it is better for me to go with the flow rather shape the path. Kinetic energy builds up and I question the purpose in all of this work. Achievements in money, accomplishing tasks, these seem for nothing with out fulfilling the places inside of me I gaze through without confronting. I find it hard to see those places, the ones buried beneath all of the expectations. Except when I’m riding. They reveal as transitions in space, pace and my body overrides and releases them.    

Once I had a dream of a totem animal that came to see me. It was a dream of a small black cat, which I exaggerated to be a mystical jaguar. It’s easier to find meaning in dreams of day and night, when I magnify moments to bring importance to the little things. This mystical cat, revealed itself as a symbol for a solitary path, ever shifting on its course. To embody the energy of this creature is to accept the dark unknowing chaos. To move without fear through the unguided path, knowing unconditionally that through this struggle I will regain my inner power. Sometimes I feel that my journey in life is one I must do alone. I remember a quote from Alan Watts “Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.” To let go of my attachments, even let go of my feet on the ground, brings so much opportunity for disaster and change at the same time. I ride the day away like sea foam rides the waves of the ocean in spring, just to see the bellies of sea birds and feel the world without gravity, floating. If only this journal could be true. 

If only I could ride my bike across the crusty surface of any city. If only each foot was lifted like froth, and each step was set free from the burdening weights of gravity so I could move freely without this pain. I dream again for the day soon to come, when these moments become endlessly expanded daily, and impatience is left to bite the dust.

-laurus myth, 2016