::my goodness...
i just scooped up a cup full of diamonds.
i just held a sunbeam in my very arms
(he woke me up with his hand on my cheek, you see-- it was seduction, sweet + thriving)
i just heard a morning bell
i just made a fricasse of haiku, and started over, 'cause word salad is best served up with whispering, grandiloquence, and wine.
i just discarded sensible advice
i just crawled into a pair of made-for-dropping
dead gorgeous boots
even though the weather called for heart showers
and raining men.
i just got tangled in a layer of your sticky sweet baklava dough
i just heard we should give up such-and-such a fashion
and so i just reached in my closet and wept for it, clung to it, started my eulogy,
and decided the most fitting tribute
would just be to keep on wearing it
sweet cakes, i just served up your style savvy
a la mode
en vogue is not a cold place to be--
it's a silent unclogging of word arteries, conceptualism, design
a creation of just enough silence
to make space for
whatever is yours.
a spark, a very small thing.
it's beauty in the milkshakes and knee- scrapes
just because something has one note
does not mean it does not reveberate, resound, infuse redolence
singly
the air is spiced, the berries are wild,
YOU are a wild thing, with a cracker jacks ring
fashion alchemy is finding a fistful of elements
that precipitate into solid stardust
+ leave behind liquid gold supernate
and a suspension of bubble dreams
all the roads we have to walk are winding (just try to throw in good eighties music where we can)
all our hiking clothes should be divining.
admittedly, our hike is a little trippy, a little meandering, perhaps even untoward
but we'd love it if you'd join us
there's nature to be seen, fashion to be felt, and love to fall in
leave a trail of platinum footprints
we're just here to provide the wardrobe.
welcome to divine ragg's official blog
this is for you...
fashion, + all the vitality that brings.
come with, kids!::
i just scooped up a cup full of diamonds.
i just held a sunbeam in my very arms
(he woke me up with his hand on my cheek, you see-- it was seduction, sweet + thriving)
i just heard a morning bell
i just made a fricasse of haiku, and started over, 'cause word salad is best served up with whispering, grandiloquence, and wine.
i just discarded sensible advice
i just crawled into a pair of made-for-dropping
dead gorgeous boots
even though the weather called for heart showers
and raining men.
i just got tangled in a layer of your sticky sweet baklava dough
i just heard we should give up such-and-such a fashion
and so i just reached in my closet and wept for it, clung to it, started my eulogy,
and decided the most fitting tribute
would just be to keep on wearing it
sweet cakes, i just served up your style savvy
a la mode
en vogue is not a cold place to be--
it's a silent unclogging of word arteries, conceptualism, design
a creation of just enough silence
to make space for
whatever is yours.
a spark, a very small thing.
it's beauty in the milkshakes and knee- scrapes
just because something has one note
does not mean it does not reveberate, resound, infuse redolence
singly
the air is spiced, the berries are wild,
YOU are a wild thing, with a cracker jacks ring
fashion alchemy is finding a fistful of elements
that precipitate into solid stardust
+ leave behind liquid gold supernate
and a suspension of bubble dreams
all the roads we have to walk are winding (just try to throw in good eighties music where we can)
all our hiking clothes should be divining.
admittedly, our hike is a little trippy, a little meandering, perhaps even untoward
but we'd love it if you'd join us
there's nature to be seen, fashion to be felt, and love to fall in
leave a trail of platinum footprints
we're just here to provide the wardrobe.
welcome to divine ragg's official blog
this is for you...
fashion, + all the vitality that brings.
come with, kids!::
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