Elton/ 26/ Atlanta. This blog is an attempt to break the seal on my bottled-up self. Nerdy dude who enjoys anything oriented with nature, smoking, music, sex and other random shit ;) Get to know me, i'd like to think you won't be sorry.
Probably a Greek work, the hilt of the yataghan is silvered pewter (a gray alloy of tin with copper and antimony - formerly, tin and lead) engraved in baroque motifs, the single-edged recurved blade with incised Ottoman motifs and an inscription, and struck with a maker’s mark.
My yearnings follow me in my sleep, startle me awake, push me forward, and at times wrap around my throat. They come in many manifestations…many visual. But if they could be traced, groped, licked, nibbled upon, inhaled…they would demand that of you. For they demand that from me. This elation, need, explosive pressure implores, insists on being shared…so that it doesn’t die with me.