you are a worm through time // art is the antidote to abstraction for a mind monomaniacally compelled towards the definitive // silence the cynic, bring out the magician //
we all mold a piece of clay we secretly fear might not even be in our hands // asymmetric information // the mighty are gathered against me // meep! // the woman in the dunes // non-monotholicity // the state is invested in protecting people but the state is made up of people, the fallible and biased // never ever let me go // to look you in the eyes and fight it out // the oldest house and the bureau // we are trapped in the moment there is no why // vanguardism // and those who were seen to be dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music // bang bang boom boom pop pop // my skin was dull gold and my blood, rotted // i hope my grandmother’s prayers still protect me // my lips were so soft // it’s not who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me // chaeri (please) // everything fades // god i fucking love tuna // spacial deictic // for petey! // you and your stupid friends reading literature you’ll never quite grasp // voss // isn’t it rotten? there isn’t any use // harnessing love for political purposes // a dazzling sun and a luminous moon // good morning charlie // a corpse is talking // something ironic about that rock hanging around your neck // 9/10 plath readers recommend avoiding mirrors...havisham // codswallop // i can be venerable if i want to be // you potato with eyes // philokalia // everything sings and hums and rumbles // nothing so primitive as your biology will stop me // silver cross // the looming sword of damocles // of the stacks // trust the visionaries // oubliette // you wanna count shoulders? // everything is a copy of a copy of a // poison is no fair judge // harmony and resonance // the universe bends for // pfieffer’s nine lives // schadenfreude is karmic suicide // the taranta // wax,wane ... you will be eclipsed // is this the replicant department? // fig tree // acid bath princess of the darkness // make a contract with me // sphinx // you misinterpret everything, even the silence // nature is to zoos as god is to churches // let me steal this moment from you now // apology girl // by the laws of nature refracted from their straight line // elisions omissions and half truths // marcia roy // nietzsche says there is a kind of joy in the russian way of being sad // CPR God Committee // this is your last session // mew mew // can you say magnetic? // to be sea glass is to find pieces of myself everywhere unable to handle them // harmony cobel // loggia // oops! broke. // she enjoys chess, now more than ever. the black, the white // snail mucin and salt circles // why hyphenate, why parenthesize, unless absolutely necessary //
life is just a game we play together // vespers in a flooded elevator // zugzwang // you cannot stir things apart // we can’t can’t we be like gen // superogatory // you should pwobabwy save up some gwain for i don’t know maybe seven years // hate myself for treason i don’t need a reason i just want to be with you tonight // descontrolada // the kindness of strangers // tethered to terra firma like the rest of us // hella badid // aliis si licet, tibi non licet // but water overflows with memories // not all doors are wounds but all wounds are doors // feel so wretched // the extinct little wooden Muji animals // but did you have fun? // change me. change me. change me harder. now: my turn // pk fire, pk freeze // I waited a bit, then turned back to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be // The Guillotine (I Love You) // haunted // a language as cold and hard as a pillar of ice // are you here right now? // fire. fire again. two hundred feet to the east. fire. go north. // i was playing with invisible beings and shadows // trash the rental // i will align myself with the brightest path I can find // speed in the wraith with your hand on my // scheherazade // to me, that’s about making it last // the georgian game of japanese joker // kuina // guess // on my richard branson wave // nerezza // from nowhere // an island where people kneel // ad augusta per angusta // most things are not logical // last year I abstained this year I devour // but the sun also rises // for I have chosen my ending // malena // a kiss is a fault line // spade! // are you hungry for me baby // sign in for unbridled success // hey megan fox // honor the birth and the feast // you know, my mother was a [catholic] [athiest] // amor fati // d
on't drink from the jar of poison you left for your enemies // how very desperate and human of me // wan toonacadoh // smoke and sunset off mulholland //
there will be times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand // are you insured? // the power of ladris and a towel // how strange it is to be anything at all // epithets.. gleaming eyed, a conqueress, white-armed, a conclusion // do i look upset to you? // if you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company // joe is nothing // kuzurete yuku maeni and other mitski yowling // her right hand to the workmen’s hammer; and with the hammer she smote sisera // daddy’s little shipping magnate // making love without laughing is as bad as gifting a book written in a language the recipient does not know // the moon and sixpence // they are not-present behind-the-curtain. understand|wink wink? // community relies on closure at some level // her lips began to move, mouthing soundless words // sharpen, hone, whet // you shall be whatever you like. and deep down in my eyes you'll see yourself just as you want to be // god strike you // lanaest + salingerest // protect me from what I want // I would like to sleep under trees // jordana forster // you have not suffered enough // some things I do better alone..some things // snow in their throat // i welcome your contrition // caput gerat lupinum // more people have been to berlin than I have // their faces are blanker than ever, but they have taken each others' hands // fuck gauguin and all men like him // Hacker (Paige Harris): I can shoot if I have to, tell me if I’m needed. // why am I the only one talking...what happens when I’m silent? // wife says: I am a victim of the planets // was i good? i really tried // three natures hath man: he unmaketh; he unmaketh; at the last, he unmaketh //
this won’t stop till I say so // blind faith (it’s okay to miss me) // nadja // french toast in hand // this year is our year ... I know. I am focused on it. // reading the ending first is so low vibrational // my grandfather was a surgeon // tread upon a loving wife // we both know the words are empty air
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