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Jenn innocently expresses her desires to Crystal. Models: Jenn Michelle, Crystal Nicole
Damnant Quod Non Intelligent
In shadows cast by the unlit corridors of knowing, They condemn what slips through fingers of comprehension, Words entwined in vines of uncertainty, Damnant Quod non intelligunt, the silent chant.
A labyrinth of misunderstood whispers, Confinement in the narrow alleys of judgment, Echoes reverberate in chambers of ignorance, The disoriented stumble on uneven ground.
Disaffection blooms in the garden of misapprehension, Petals of understanding fall, unclaimed, Faces etched with the weight of unspoken judgments, A disquieting tapestry woven with threads of conjecture.
Locked in the dungeon of shallow understanding, Truth stands as a specter, veiled and obscured, While minds strain against invisible tethers, Condemning the unfamiliar to the prison of dismissal.
In this landscape of fractured cognizance, They condemn the foreign, the uncharted, Yet beneath the surface of their certitudes, A sea of undiscovered worlds ebbs and flows.
Damnant Quod non intelligunt, a refrain of caution, For in the realm of the unknown lies the genesis, Of compassion untold, of bridges unbuilt, Where understanding might yet unfurl its wings.
Inferno Salutation
In twilight’s grasp, two maidens fair, Virgins pure, in whispered air.
Above the flames, a ritual dance, Salutations woven in fiery trance.
Gentle flickers, embers rise, Reflections gleam in fervent eyes.
Innocence draped in sacred shroud, They tread on ground, the unhallowed crowd.
Around the pyre, secrets untold, Mystic whispers, a tale unfolds.
A dance of spirits, shadows cast, In the smoldering fire, memories amassed.
Gowned in white, a celestial grace, They twirl and weave in sacred space.
Each step a hymn, a silent prayer, In the inferno, destiny they share.
The flames, they hunger, lapping higher, Anointing the ritual with mystical fire.
Sacrifice made on this sacred night, Two souls ablaze, their spirits take flight.
As embers ascend in the ethereal night, The virgin women merge with the light.
Consumed by flames, a transcendental pyre, They become one with the celestial choir.
In the stillness, the smoldering glow, The remnants of souls, an afterglow.
A dance immortal, in the fire’s embrace, Two virgin spirits, leaving earthly trace.
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Dancers: Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole
The first time I heard the word “Id” was in one of my all-time favorite movies, “Forbidden Planet,” where the ancient, long-extinct, inhabitants of the faraway planet (the “Krell”), had developed a massive machine that could physically manifest one’s psychic energy into all kinds of wonderful things. But, when it tapped into that dark, subconscious part of our mind called the Id, the Krell machine manifested super-powerful, uncontrollable, scary monsters. Quite a cool and intriguing concept for my 13-year-old mind!
In addition to introducing me to the concept of the “Id” (and inspiring a lifelong love of science fiction), the movie also fired up another part of my brain–the libido (though I did not learn the word until much later). The barefoot, half-naked, Anne Francis, skinny-dipping in her idyllic garden, sent my young hormones raging. I thought I would have a little fun here and give a one-frame cameo to the lovely Lareina Tay. After all, if Dr. Morbius, alone on the planet for all those years with just his daughter, could manifest a living, breathing, pet tiger for her, is there any doubt that he would manifest some pets of his own?
A picture is worth a thousand words. Models: Crystal and Chandra
Yet another “May the Fourth Be With You” homage. Model: Starla @modeladventurer
Mandii posing nude by the dining room entrance. Model: Mandii Monarch
Gestation. Model: Lethe
In the secret realm where life begins
A dance of cells, a symphony within.
Embryo, a whisper in the cosmic tide
A metamorphosis, where mysteries abide.
In the womb’s embrace, a canvas bare
The alchemy of existence, beyond compare.
A journey unfolds in the silent night
From the spark of creation to the dawn of light.
Tiny tendrils weave tales untold
A waltz of genes in a mystical fold.
In the sacred cocoon of maternal grace
Life emerges, a delicate embrace.
A pulse of potential, a heartbeat’s start
An ode to life, a masterpiece of art.
The embryo’s ballet, a cosmic rhyme
A miracle unfolding, transcending time.
Cells divide, a cosmic ballet
A choreography of life in a graceful array.
Limbs form, a sculptor’s sweet refrain
A transformation, a celestial gain.
Oh, embryonic symphony, celestial ball
In the cradle of creation, where wonders enthrall.
A dance of life, a poetic grace
In the earliest stages, a sublime embrace.
As the embryo awakens, a star is born
A testament to the cosmic morn.
In the tapestry of being, a story takes flight
A metamorphosis, a journey to the light.
