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it's just julie, that's all.
>>> the living breathing spectrum (and me/monochromatic coffee browns)
the thing that struck me about him today (things about him strike me one by one as time progresses) is that he is, physically, the primary colors (not that everyone else isn't, but with him it is an exceptionally accurate palate--) in a three-dimensional composition. hair, yellow-blonde, even white depending on the angle you're approaching from. eyes, piercing blue. cyan, cerulean. and his skin, when he's either nervous, excited, or who knows what provokes it (because there are probably infinitely many pink-provoking situations and states of emotion) but it turns this raw, primitive shade of reddish fleshpink. he's a triad, we learned that in color theory. three equidistant hues on the color wheel. yellow, blue, red. head to toe. posted by julianne @ 4:43 pm on 09.06.06 p.s. here's uncensored. - 09.23.06 applepicking - 09.23.06 every night i have another strange but vivid dream with him in it - 09.22.06 explosion, popcorn, letters without words, and making something out of nothing. - 09.20.06 this is the night, and dancing is free until the morning light. - 09.19.06 |
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