Picasso then sets to work on the canvas, his movements bold and sure. He starts with a strong, jagged brushwork, creating fractured forms of people and beasts. A large, distorted female form emerges, reaching towards a fragmented moon, holding a glowing child. Faces on the other side of the canvas are distorted, twisted, looking with greedy, empty eyes. Elements of a dark forest, a feral cat, and a silver chalice are integrated with the figures and landscape, creating a chaotic and energetic composition.
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Hello dear lady Buttercup.
If I may introduce myself, I wonder, on behalf of the poor old Mark David Edwards, to some degree if that may be alright, your son?
I have heard may good things about his very own mum but am, apologise otherwise, unaware if there is any biological connection with yourself, madam, and the poor Mark, and how come? Since when?
I would also love to deeply compliment your giving, but it could also be my fault, by a mistake maybe, that you may be the poor Mark David Edward's sister?
I have really hard time, pardon my failing memory, understanding these bonds of the earth and its dust to which we are all, supposedly, but bound. So true.
And could it be that a David is then the poor Mark's father?
Late David or the one who's still alive at peace in France?
Please excuse me if this is sent to an incorrect recipient and I would beg you, if you may, return it back immediately to sender, which in this case is my self, if it feels inappropriate in any way.
So good to know your good name madam Dawn of the Cockburn, Buttercup.
And these, are, so many names for a very fine lady of Jewish origin?
Is Dawn a jewish name, or jiddish?
Therefore, may I be excused, for now, with these questions everlasting, and in the name of our poor Mark David Edwards please receive my gratitude as warm as the morning sun in subtropical transit of the Aries for the beloved change of season.
With kindest regards and warm pleasure?
Alora Hose! If I may write to you in first person, in the name of our poor Mark David Edwards. How are you? Looking very young.
What If?
What is mirrors had never been invented?
In what ways would our sense of self be different than what it is today?
What do you wonder?
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that is, one of the tree or the third of the one, a musketeer build up and inter-wowen very fine with textiles that one cannot do anything else than enjoy a company of a fine men, and a stray cat who appears to have taken an absence 🙂 an absinth to that!
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Time for me to feel a bit more understood.
It would mean so very much to me if you could all watch this short 20min BAFTA award winning film (ahaha)
Time for me to speak up and stop downplaying it all: The last 5 years, have been hell. Since my surgery? Worse.
I was diagnosed with Endometriosis and Adenomyosis. My ovary was fused to my small bowel. Currently, I spend my days in bed. Not sleeping, because I am in too much pain the constant stretching, moving, doing anything to try to get some kind of relief. The multiple ice packs, heat packs and heating pads. Then curling up into the fetal position just to try and sooth myself to sleep I go from the bed to the couch, where I prop myself up with pillows and cushions to stay upright I cry most nights I feel my life has been stolen from me (missing dot)
If you are a fellow warrior, please let me know if you would like to join a small group chat and we can support each other, knowing what it’s like and sharing stories CAN help you. It can mean the world to women battling these conditions ❤️
My diagnosis journey started when I had my first period. That was 20 years ago. But wasn’t looked into properly until 5 years ago. Having Crohn’s Disease, CPTSD, ADHD, Depression, Anxiety, it’s all so hard to describe to doctors in the short time when you meet them.
The amount of hours in waiting rooms, the small scars I have all through my veins from the constant tests
Waiting in ER for 6 hours to be seen with nothing but Panadol, then staying in for 11 hours, to finally be told, “Your bloods seem ok, do you want an Endone for pain relief? Book an appointment with your GP. You can call your partner to come get you now” - after being awake for over 20hrs.
After not being satisfied for so long, I now track my symptoms daily so I can give doctors the most accurate records I can
Go on, have a look 😮💨
I have not stood up to bathe in TWO years. It takes me almost an hour to wash myself. Half way through I feel I am falling asleep, struggling to finish scrubbing my body to clean it (you can only do so many whore washes with a face washer) I have chopped off my own hair at night in a rage because it was too long to manage and was physically hurting me to maintain it.
I struggle to cook, clean, the works. I need more help and I feel I can’t ask. I sleep in my own bed with multiple pillows and a body pillow, yet never comfortable, and now lonelier than ever. I have not driven in about 6 months. I have not left my apartment building for 127 days. I hold the walls and bench tops to get around the house, and it’s still so painful. I will suddenly feel like I am about to faint and have to get to the ground ASAP so I don’t fall down and injure myself.
Hot bath? 20mins relief. Weed? 20mins relief. Codeine? Nothing, mainly just nausea. Panadol? That stopped working years ago. The things that his does to your mind is cruel.
I feel I am a giant burden to everyone around me, I feel nobody truely knows me because I have always laughed it off and shown a happy face, masking away all the pain. My birthday was ok, but it should have been so much more. Each phone call I had, Sam noticed I suddenly went from miserable and in pain to “Heeeeyyyyy GIRLLL how are you?!”
For a good taste waay too many 'I' (s) in this and too many '.' missing, so what's the point to this promotion other than a waste of time and a blatant use of inscenuation? Wanting insurance paid out?