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*Bobby B In love in a heterosexual way*

* I don’t want to swallow swords, I just want to -

-f**k-my drunken bro *

RYUUASO,Running through all the hates and evil mind,

"Every second of my life leads me into your arms."

I didn't want to put you on the spot if I had said this in the replies to your recent Klint art, so I thought an ask that you can answer privately is the better choice.

I just wanted to let you know, in case you aren't aware, that Todesfuge, the poem that accompanies your artwork, is about the Holocaust (it explicitly mentions jews and Germany and Paul Celan himself experienced it first-hand) and while I understand the concept of death of the author and I agree that the poem is in itself beautiful, I'm not sure if overwriting it and drawing the comparison to one death in a work of fiction isn't disrespectful...

Your artwork is so so gorgeous and I'd love to reblog it, the poem is just unfortunately a bit in the way for me...

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

Van Zieks’ Todesfuge

Holy cups of mornings we drink you at night

we drink you at midday death is a Master from Japan

a man lives in the house your pink hair St.Maria

he whistles his hounds he grants us graves in the sky

he plays with his ruby and he dreams death is a Master from JAPAN

your pink hair Maria

your ashen hair Baroque

adapted from Todesfuge by Paul Celan

Extra notes:kick there to read the original poem

At dawn they came and took you away. You were my dead: I walked behind. In the dark room children cried, the holy candle gasped for air. Your lips were chill from the ikon's kiss, sweat bloomed on your brow

–those deathly flowers! Like the wives of Peter's troopers in Red Square I'll stand and howl under the Kremlin towers.