coldest hands

i feel trouble coming/
declaring
a sort of independence

if your actions met your words

and here
everything is changing, rapidly changing,

You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait. Don't even wait; just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will offer itself to you freely, to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

FKOK40

Don't bleach language, savor it instead. Stroke it gently or even groom it, but don't "purify" it. We can prefer lure to mourning, or at least we can recognize that there is a time for the lure, a time for the adjective. Perhaps the Neutral is that: to accept the predicate as nothing more than a moment: a time.

RB

awaiting my meeting with fate

on this bridge, there is no distinction between days or lovers. it is the digital age. this is the digital age.

i don't know how i stand it.

untitled summer


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life is not so nice when your father's crazy russian squatter screams at your father, "if you ever want to see your mother again you better be nicer to me or i will rip your balls off," and means it.

It must always be the first time. The first time I see you, the first time I leave, the first time you answer me, the first time you are naked, the first time you leave, the first time I cry, the first time you return, the first time that everything is as if you were dead. The wonderful reverse of this beautiful secret is contained in these words: ( Read more... )

where the fuck are you now? i'm here, back again.

somewhat more of an update:
when i am in the loft alone i keep an opinel knife next to me for safety from the russian.
i am tired of dying my hair but am actually afraid that if i do dye it as close to my natural hair color as possible, i will suddenly see a studded belt on my hips and grow green