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She sleeps all day, dreams of you in both worlds...Grief, sedated by orgasm. Orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, "I love you so much, wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in." Sometimes when he'd have her nipple in his mouth, she'd whisper "Oh my God." That too is a form of worship. Her hips grind. Pestle and water, cinnamon and gloves. Whenever he pulls out, lost. Dear moon we blame you for floods, for the flush of blood. For men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.

I tried to change, closed my mouth more, tried to be soft, prettier, less awake. Fasted for sixty days, wore white, abstained from mirrors. Abstained from sex, slowly did not speak another word. In that time my hair I grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on a floor.I swallowed a sword, I levitated into the basement... I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself in a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine... But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know Are you cheating on me?

The crocodile is about fear, particularly the kind the comes up out of the depths to grab you, the fear disorients you blinding you to how toxic your routine, your patterns have become. She dances upon its back singing to us to feel the fear but do it anyway. 

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If you invoke them long enough they will surely come crawling and haunting

Humans are predictable to me and their language is meaningless and boring.

You know how you look at an old house you used to live in and think "I used to exist there"I want to look at earth that way Celebrate death days instead of birthdays

The reason you want to be better is the reason you aren't. Alan watts

Remember that summer night we got ranger beer and sat in your attic and talked all night in that tiny window? I wanted so bad to kiss you I could hardly think of anything else.

Mesmerized and spellbound by my own apathy

We are burned churches. Forest fires.

I was digesting everything that was happening to me and now I am processing and compartmentalizing all of it to create something to make me feel uncomfortable. Stop being so fucking comfortable.

I really do love making people scared and uncomfortable. Zodiac project film myself living as each sign for a week?

I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky.- Virginia Woolf

I am soviet Russia. Impenetrable hard surfaced soul. Barren landscapes. Abandoned buildings. Overgrown weeds. Constant silence. This is what we turn into. Spiraling out of control and into the chaos that breeds insanity.