17 Monday Jul 2017
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I’ll drain him dry as hay.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his penthouse lid.
He shall live a man forbid.
Weary sev’n nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed …
17 Monday Jul 2017
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Still baffled, and yet burning still …
Desire with loathing strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
17 Monday Jul 2017
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Ամէն ատեն, գիշեր ու ցերեկ, գերեզմաններուն եւ լեռներուն մէջ՝՝ կ՚աղաղակէր, ու իր մարմինը կը ճեղքռտէր քարերով:
Always in the night and day, among the tombs and in the mountains, he kept howling and cutting himself with stones.
05 Monday Jun 2017
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I look up someone grins
you’re a bloody feral wolf-face I like you.
from Disobedience by Alice Notley (via tracydimond)
O hell yes!
19 Friday May 2017
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You, prayer,
you, blasphemy,
you, razor in the prayer
of my silence
19 Friday May 2017
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Dark things have a way of manifesting themselves.
19 Friday May 2017
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You think I’ll be the dark sky so that you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
19 Friday May 2017
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10 minutes before you’re dead, you’re alive.
19 Friday May 2017
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‘tis with the heart of Lilith that I swear …
11 Tuesday Apr 2017
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a pet rock is the best of all pets: it knew that it was going to be with you ten-million years ago, even though that you are a mere flicker in its existence //// a pet rock is like having a god that loves you; it is something that doesn’t give a fuck about your concept of the divine, or humanity or your ego and still it wants you pick it up, it wants you to put it in your pocket, sun-baked.
memories of my ghost sista 