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Elvis Perkins
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some boy i once spoke to used the word "cashmered" to describe a devendra banhart video. and i thought to myself, i know you think you sound really neat but the fact of the matter is is that its not a real word. and you just went about making it up all wrong. and i stopped speaking to him ( Read more... ) -
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i take these notes on the backs of receipts and throw them in the depths of my purse with the st. jude pendant, all tangled in spools of gray thread, absorbing the leaking rosemary and orange oils that i don't bother to re-cap. conversational notes usually, because i know i'm too insincere to remember. wow, what kind of whisky is that? i'll write ( Read more... ) -
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so you got this writing award that says congratulations, you are a better writer than 115 other spc students. and it was enough to make you forget that you are just this self absorbed topically-motivated idiot with no substance. you fancied yourself not an academic but an artist and it is only because you understand subtleties of interraction and ( Read more... ) -
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'got my tarot cards read last week, right before mercury went into retrograde. its mostly just comforting to speak to an unaffiliated older woman with enough confidence in her insight to the fuckinguniverse that its reassuring (similarly, every time i hear my mothers voice lately, I cry). they all read me like a book the way anyone can, psychic or ( Read more... ) -
astral alignment
Something about the cold makes the stars look so naked. Reminds us how much all that hot vapor obstructs our vision and congests our breath.
And god knows I'm so fucking lonely here but I can finally feel my face in relationship to the soles of my feet and my fingertips and my cunt and my lungs. -
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I'm sorry if I ever made fun of your teeth, or insisted that I knew more about music than you, or belittled your masculinity.
I regret that I never got the chance to call you beautiful, or tell you that you have the most perfect legs I've ever seen on a man.
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Optimistic Nihilism
I do not feel blessed, or even proud--Just lucky. Due to whatever arrangement of life experiences, variably easy or painful; because of a questionably divine luck-of-the-draw family tree; in compensation for my established crosses-to-bear; the possibly random alignment in cosmos has given me a power that will be forever undefined for my conclusion ( Read more... ) -
I fucking hate your outfit.
I am not superficial.
As an artist, I find you aesthetically displeasing.
