Magnificence!p.s. Watch "The Friends of Eddie Coyle". Oh, gritty seventies crime dramas, you give my such a raging hard-on. Tonight, like every other night, I will dream of fucking a massive pile of celluoid with my throbbing phantom cock. Thanks for reading!
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victoryIn your dreams you’re always walking. I know.victory
You live out past lives, glimpse the future, star in months-long surreal odysseys but one detail is always the same. You travel. You go and go until your legs ache, until your shoes have worn down. Walk until you stagger like a collapsed marionette on bloody stumps. Keep going, keep going, there’s something on the other side of the rainbow waiting for you.
Once you walked with your neon checkered knee socks on a long gravel road. That was sort of painful, wasn’t it?
Another time you were in those stilettos you never wear because they hurt like
by ~georgette-e-fitch
annabellejuly sunset, the sky’s blazing pink and orange in the rearview mirror. bare toes touching the glass of the windshield – safe, I know. electric blue snowball melted with marshmallow at the bottom of my styrofoam cup. i crush tiny chunks of sweetened ice between my teeth, painted sticky lips and fingers. green pasture washed in red, disconnected. anoushka’s tinny through the open car doors.annabelle
feeding bashful horses through the splintered white fence. did I ever tell you I used to ride horses myself? cool ground, dirty grass-stained hands. roll one. light up. s
by ~georgette-e-fitch
idby ~georgette-e-fitch
so-soOnce upon a time I traversed a road called Lakam Ha.so-so
We were wild children, us and Mister A. Sharl. We slept in green pastures and gorged ourselves on squirrel and birch root and honeysuckle. We painted our dirty faces angry with mineral and morus rubra, lost boys and girls that didn’t want to be found. No peanut butter pinecones and sticky Elmer’s Glue fingers for us.
Catching crayfish in the shallow parts of the river, bare feet squelching satisfyingly in the cold mud. I loved that sound. The afternoon sun flickered through the trees just like manic shadow play, sending tiny shards of golden glass a
by ~georgette-e-fitch
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Southern Gothicslow-sanded shuffleSouthern Gothic
tattered denim lifted in curtsy clear of mud
plaintive wail cuts dull-edged through valley gale
wind winding, seeking, searching icy as mountain streams
counter-point tapestry of sound where banjo sharpens fiddle
cleft of farm blossoming in deep forboding pine
rough squared hole enables railroad spike of light to invade the living-black of cabin
a bobcat's scream, woman-like, electrifies muggy August nights
butchered ghosts pause at periwinkle door frames
by ~Gleamchaser
Bert Janschby ~SpaceFood
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- Current Residence: Trans-love Airways
- Interests: Exploring, experimenting, zoning
- Favourite movie: Too many. The Third Man and Little Murders are pretty high up there. Marx and Cantor too.
- Favourite band or musician: PF, of Montreal, BJM, Elysian Fields, Pocahaunted, VU, Cale, more
- Favourite genre of music: Psych, electroclash, punk, old-time Appalachian and Delta blues. Anything but trance, haha.
- Favourite poet or writer: Terry Southern, Angela Carter
- Favourite style of art: Surrealist, dada
- Personal Quote: WHERE IS HARRY LIME??/
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always look on bright side od life
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Murphy's laws of combat...
When in doubt, empty your magazine. Ammo is cheap; your life isn't.
If at first you don't succeed, call in an air strike.
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Life's not about "what's better than..."
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Dead Squirrel Comics...You know you wanna click that. You know you wanna click that, click that.
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then, at some inevitable moment will the soul of the sufferer be dissolved, and flow forth in a dark but transparent stream, bringing all its mysteries into the daylight.
nathaniel hawthorne
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I've aged and aged since the first page.
I've lived every line that you wrote.
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