and if i write here, i want it to be a stripped raw waltzing impromptu, Eb minor in three four time, something i do not know myself yet as i have not tipped my contemporary synthetic anaesthetic quill to quell such desires as i have this, particular plucked minute within this narcotic and quixotic hour of 8:32 in the morning, languorous with ( Read more... )

'in the exalted realm of images, illusion properly speaking, or material error, does not exist, much less the illusion of knowledge: ... the truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. the mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. but only the ( Read more... )

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sleeping in a birdcage when i am anaemic and weak for such a whim. a harrowed-winged sparrow harem of mad seduction, by those evanescent electric things that signify our disenchantment with the vacuum [no pun intended] entitled domestication. a perpetual fear of prosaic death. yet i make chocolate-masked blueberries and put starjasmine in spare ( Read more... )

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anonymous, wordless, headache, thoughtful, dreaming of thick, foamy butterscotch caffeine, later procured for my purposes. perpetually longing for a sweet high, clutching my cardboard-cupped ennui. public bathrooms, hard screeching girls in pearly, scaly powder pinning their exterior together for their unripe plump boys exuding false machismo ( Read more... )

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[to err is human, but it feels divine] mae westcrawling into beds at 7:30 am after long strips of films, saturated with sultry showers hours later, slabs of rose perfuming fumes ( Read more... )

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