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Intervention



thousand yard stare
route the synapse
fabric tear



diluted imagery
between the ears
dull intimacy





shift the field

shoot the image

passion yield




colorcast weather growth

between the fiction

above the fold



flick the switch
tend our idea
uncover niche


backroom studio
paved patterns
painting soul 




perception lost
depth found
but at what cost



drifting contrast

intervene now

tension past


Text by ED
Introducing fashion designer, Sandra Azwan

Intervention NEXT!



Intro by Hot Chip - Flutes
Sandra Azwan For Sonnets Unrealities XI

F i S h


Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
The ocean smashed,
Against the sea-caves walls,
There you saw me,
Bare, revealed to you,
Your breath hitched,
“What is this monstrosity?” 

 
Pity,
The first that you feel,
You scoured for libretto,
Despite my parsimonious echo,
Provoke!
So I would behest,
Against your spiel,
 

Aeons ago,
I was submerged,
Deep under by my maker,
I remember,
Writhing in agony,
Into a critter I morphed,

 
I despised my master,
The Grandiose,
Spiteful revenge followed through,
I shall wreck and carve,
The Deep Blue realm,
With clamored dominion,
The realm is mine,


In the midst of pandemonium,
The Angelicas appeased it pleas,

“This is odious!
How you foraged,
The evernity of peace!”

“There will be retribution
Our maker The Grandiose,
Will pour into you with his wrath!”


I looked down,
Heh, The Angelicas!
Severed fins!
Scattered flesh!
 
They will be!

None will loom over me,
Tell that to the so-called Grandiose,
Announce! For I have no fear to spare!


Wrath?
What wrath will befall me?
I am the new GRANDIOSE,
Only crowns and jewels will dress me,
Plethora of scions,
My very own legion,

Bow.


“The critter did not listen to us master!”

The Angelicas bemoan,

“Punish, punish, punish” They chanted,

“A curse shall fall” And in unison they sentenced


The sea-beds rumbles,
The waves clashing,
Chaos, rage,
Gnashing teeth of destruction,
Clamored, the execution begins,
The Deep Blue is fallen with curse


There I was,
Here I am,
To you creature,
I am simply,

FISH

a beautiful story by beautiful dewi
wardrobe sandra azwan


 

 
03 Aquarium
 

Oh it's so quiet!

sssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm back!!!

V O G U E




Sultry can't describe me, but perhaps it is my name!


look at me:  my eyes.  this piercing sense of knowing- even in black and white, a face aflame! 



open the layers with 
imagination and what's 
revealed is what you've
wanted but what you've 
NEVER seen:  


the fashion of NOW! 
this moment of ME! 



I bind and cover myself 
to discover the passion 
and mock your attempts
to copy and follow, 


you, the Name-Slave - 
you with labeled 
millstones 'round 
your neck. 


but ME:  
I dance
I sing 
and swallow your labels whole: 
I need NO brand, 
no fashion whores, for 
I am MORE - 

I AM vogue!