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pulchritude (n.)
"beauty, fairness," c. 1400, pulcritude, from Latin pulchritudo "beauty; excellence, attractiveness," from pulcher "beautiful," a word of unknown origin. De Vaan writes that the Latin -ch- spelling is by Greek influence and posits a stem *polkro- or *pelkro-, but that's as far as he confidently takes it.
Etymonline
Dearest,
The poetry of thought in my head. Gambit of love. Teenage girl youth. The romance of thought. The seeking girlhood of watching the Nintendo swathe switched of lovers, holding my clover. The country of cigarette. The God of the sight sin, sin after dance. The dance of deity in the goddess of laughter. The poem of Kafka, watching his eternal brotherhood in the pink Japanese forest. Fast cars of thought, dead youth in the blooming blackening summer. The kiss of harder lesson letters in the teaching commute. The thought of voices in the morning thought. The sea escape of reaching the sinister gardens of spilling the rituals of ink. The seeing of Murarka min wood stumbling fever in the teaching ache. The dynasty of letters. The switch of thought between love and lifetime. Youth and white swathe heights of Bloomingdale nights.
Meandering sea of canopy. Washes the watch of good mints and might. The Clyde of thought. The sea sinister of beautiful eyes. The manner of sunsets in the watching sunken blue river month. The one of only youth, persists in the impersonal teacher. The written of ink in the seeing valley of beautiful thought. I.
In the Sinatra's youthful moon. Singing American White Teenage girl whose lie is beauty. In the dance of songs and humdrum, mundane white girls of prey, whose pry is lettering the country muse of life's thought, she is no where. The sight of only, life and might, of God or apocalyptic Ape girls whose sensation is lack.
The sensuality of life, is the attractive muse of Good Epithets, Great doings and life cynical of her own trajectory and thought abundance of life. The ghost of gawking. The thought of intelligence to be the way of life in beauty and love. Man succumbs to suede humor of white haunting actress whose miniscule war, is the war within beauty.
The seeing of thought actress in the disguised man of courage and stumble. Watching the going to life, at the hissing of sun. She. I.
The cannibalistic desire to sin.
The weak pudding of love.
The seeking rain of higher dimensions of loud lettering man.
The light we cannot bleed to ache of seeing take.
The poem of rue writer day.
The thought of one's name of national hum.
I.
Romeo takes wars in Juliet's June.
The beauty accolades of girlhood, seeking good man wings.
I.
The beauty of it all.
The point of lovers.
I.
Paint of God, in the baroque valleys of thought bliss blight.
Night's owner of dais.
I.
Das.
I.
God Is A Teenage Girl, Act 2 and Scene 1, Letters to Youth
Sunidhi
Caian Maroni
Aphorism 180. The Philosophy of Tropical Littorals and Seashores.
Satyendra Sunkavally.
Two more covers that are Sfwish for my hunger is a killer series that will be free on my deviant art, HiaK 1 is almost done and is episodic following a few intertwined stories, HiaK 2 is going to focus on a specific pair of characters that I am thoroughly enjoying.
The birdless place the Greeks named it.
Insufflation of you know what.
Followed quickly by some drone, some doctor, now that you mention it,
bearing the proverbial cup on a silver filigree stem.
I'll try a drop of that.
The hoarse divinities would parade before the inventor of butterfly wings.
No subtext here, people are naked.
Bartering with the guileless do I even want to know?
Three little ghostesses Sitting on postesses Eating buttered toastesses Greasing their fistesses Up to their wristesses.
And mirth, what does it do?
Crying I asked the spider did she want her ashes hauled?
I asked my captain for the time of day.
"The unseen Titian," I think she said.
Il Tiziano mai visto.
And something else, old friend:
try looking away. You know the drill.
Try not helping.
Ah, a forest of somethings! —that kind of thing.
And try to stop calling it it.
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Pulchritude
Daniel Tiffany
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Graphic - Conrad Felixmüller 1897-1977
Today's Walking Photos: Apparently today was just a day for unrelenting polychromatic botanical pulchritude.
I’m not mad about it.
