roll film"there are dark spots and there are light spots" he says in my head "there are so many spots it's hard to tell the whirlwind back alley hurricanes from firewood warming bones in broken houses in broken homes the structures falling apart at the seams starting at the top of the stairs where they creak and ending at the cold pink toes of a human now paralyzed from the neck down everything that could be beautiful there scarred in other ways here so hard to split the cells in two, the one from two right shoe, left shoe the face of a madman from the face of aroll film
main repressing your anger you've broken my spirit in your hand, quite literally you are a fight club unto yourself we are the same though you break the first and only rule and with your strong warrior arms you take what little fight i have leftma
mother
red eyeslegs are stretched to the end of the bedred eyes
this crooked frame of mine now straight rough exterior lowered into a position
much softer than i recall for i, myself, am subdued by these images,
these long video stills that stay just that
still
though i travel back to old frames every so often remaining cold sometimes i desire to show you the parts of me that are soft like this
| "to understand others you should get behind their eyes and walk down their spines." there is nothing to me and nothing to you, except for the skin that hides your bones and the overwhelming urges we face as humans to see the real truth, beyond ourselves. we are insects. |
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(i need more grace than i thought.)
Ahhhh, my darling. As soon as I get back from work, I'm reading your things.
<3 I miss you.
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"I brought a piece of you home, sang you to sleep in my bones. I left a piece of me there, planted a kiss in your hair." -Oh Fortuna.
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