“Drove my Chevy to the levee”


::SG:: Polka Liner
Essences [Nurin] lipsticks *FREE ON MP*
Wicca’s Wardrobe – Olivia Dress @ The Vintage Fair
#EMPIRE – Clover Shoes
DP – Koffin Nails – Party Perfect
There are two ways to get these nails: 1) Be a group member! It is a free group gift at the mainstore on the group freebie wall (group fee: L$100). 2) For a *Limited Time* get them at the Spotlight Event for L$10.

::WetCat:: “Shelby” Vintage PickUp @ The Vintage Fair
The Enchanted Isle photo location

Don McLean – American Pie

Broken Time Machine

Broken Time Machine

+Spellbound+ Jezebel Hair
::SG:: Colorama Shadow
::SG:: XoXoGloss Lips
Zibska ~ Amaterasu Earrings, Collar and Necklace @ On9
Wicca’s Wardrobe – Olivia Dress @ The Vintage Fair
DP – Koffin Nails – Totally Tight Tips @ The Vintage Fair

::WetCat:: “Shelby” Vintage PickUp @ The Vintage Fair
KaTink – Nantucket 7 Background

“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.” ~ Jeremy Irons

“Take off to where the lawless auroras run”

"Take off to where the lawless auroras run"

*booN Lab.007 hair
Zibska ~ Lami Eyemakeup @ The Vintage Fair
Zibska ~ Lami Lips @ The Vintage Fair
Zibska ~ Amaterasu @ On9
Zibska ~ Jeane Dress @ The Vintage Fair

Aquarii background from Digital Blasphemy

I touch you in the night, whose gift was you,
My careless sprawler,
And I touch you cold, unstirring, star-bemused,
That have become the land of your self-strangeness.

What long seduction of the bone has led you
Down the imploring roads I cannot take
Into the arms of ghosts I never knew,
Leaving my manhood on a rumpled field
To guard you where you lie so deep
In absent-mindedness,
Caught in the calcium snows of sleep?

And even should I track you to your birth
Through all the cities of your mortal trial,
As in my jealous thought I try to do,
You would escape me–from the brink of earth
Take off to where the lawless auroras run,
You with your wild and metaphysic heart.

My touch is on you, who are light-years gone.

We are not souls but systems, and we move
In clouds of our unknowing
like great nebulae.

Our very motives swirl and have their start
With father lion and with mother crab.

Dreamer, my own lost rib,
Whose planetary dust is blowing
Past archipelagoes of myth and light
What far Magellans are you mistress of
To whom you speed the pleasure of your art?
As through a glass that magnifies my loss
I see the lines of your spectrum shifting red,
The universe expanding, thinning out,
Our worlds flying, oh flying, fast apart.

From hooded powers and from abstract flight
I summon you, your person and your pride.

Fall to me now from outer space,
Still fastened desperately to my side;
Through gulfs of streaming air
Bring me the mornings of the milky ways
Down to my threshold in your drowsy eyes;
And by the virtue of your honeyed word
Restore the liquid language of the moon,
That in gold mines of secrecy you delve.

My whirling hands stay at the noon,
Each cell within my body holds a heart
And all my hearts in unison strike twelve.

“The Science of the Night” by Stanley Kunitz

“She’s jeering at the shadows”

"She's jeering at the shadows"

*PH* 8162 Hair
Zibska ~ Maren Eyeshadow @ The Vintage Fair
Zibska ~ Gia Lipcolour @ The Vintage Fair
AsteroidBox. Nailed Posture Collar
AsteroidBox. Simple Scarification Tattoo @ Bodyfy
Zibska ~ Demi Top @ The Vintage Fair
Zibska ~ Demetria Silk Pants @ The Vintage Fair

Hexagram background by Digital Blasphemy

Siouxsie & The Banshees – Peek A Boo