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hibou.
i don’t know what this is- contentment creeping in around the corners of the bleak and melodramatic knowledge that i’ve carried most my life this will be over soon, tomorrow isn’t anything that’s real and on waking, late, before the sun has even thought of coming by to check in with its ugly cheerful disposition…
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25th of January, 2013
It’s been a while. Beloved’s father (who signs his emails, now, love, Dad, which somehow makes me feel a little more okay in a very much not-okay world) mentioned recently that I hadn’t said much lately. Sorry about that. Sometimes there just isn’t much to say. It’s January. Cold and dark and fuck, what are…
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church.
you- face pressed against the breast of your oppressor blind eyes rotting out melt beneath your lids, the muscles atrophied from lack of use your voice gone hoarse from screaming absolution fear salvation -draw your strength from narcissistic weakness codependent you are mental patients not parishioners. drink from the cup of the pure blood dripping,…
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Untitled 12.01.12
because we don’t acknowledge time we can say that this is one long day and every sorrow, fear, each hesitation, every misstep, hurt misunderstanding is a second, nothing more imperceptible among the ever-reaching hours we have filled with light and grace and every touch, each smile every step we take together through the centuries we’ve…
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End of November
you can’t make this stuff up (i mean you could with a little imagination and if you drank just the right amount of cheap, cold beer before you settled in to think but it wouldn’t be real then and this is) -as real as it gets without shoving over to the other side where it…
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November Nine 202 AM
“I think I’m getting better,” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked. “My head,” I said. “Oh,” he said, “Yes.” And I believed him, because that’s what I do these days. I still need him to keep the light off sometimes I breathe better in the dark and sometimes every word is forced…
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November Again.
this is when the darkness crawls in through my eyes, making pupils grow darker than normal with no sunlight anywhere nothing reflecting, the night settles in to my bones, through my pores makes my blood thick and slow, turns my lungs to cement i can’t breathe like this and the clouds gather, silently mocking creating…
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command.
and then there’s this conversely bleak grey screens flashing disco balls of whatthefuck screaming buy me feel me hear me fuck me leashed together, shackled minds stay in step don’t fall out let the great ones take you down the path to everything is a-ok wash your feet in the bloody lamb, facing east and…
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