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At last, hereâs âDaughter,â an original song for Abigail Hobbs: everyoneâs favorite doomed young lure from NBCâs Hannibal. The woodsy and tragic nature of Abigailâs life inspired this to flow in the vein of a 19th century folk song, as they tend to tell cautionary tales with a repetitive melody. I donât think Iâm done with this song; I will probably revisit it at some point in the future, but for now I hope you enjoy! x
DAUGHTER (Inspired by NBCâs âHannibalâ)
once a daughter came to harm in tender woodland night pin-boned by two velvet arms and turned a bloodless white when cried out the mothers, âoh, who done this deed tonight?â i tied a ribbon round my throat to hide the silverâs bite and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: âbeware them who call you daughterâ what my gentle father teaches is to honor what we slay but i split a devil into pieces, and i threw the bones away one man, he wouldâve called that wasteful another would call it a crime but the third, he proudly found it tasteful and put his hand in mine and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: âbeware them who call you daughterâ if my tale becomes a whisper out of their maneating mouths know that those same lips once kissed her: their daughter, so devout and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: âbeware them who call you daughterâ my tears are wiped by steady fingers as the smile carves my neck and he whispers, gentle as a lover, his belly fed, as i am bled: he calls me âdaughterâ
we just otters in the bowl what they weight us for what is the goal they will eat us all
dude honestly shout out to my guards i told them to seize this guy and before i could even finish my sentence they soze him. My goats
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James Rattigan's March 1957 cover to the Scottish SF magazine Nebula
Jesse Zuo (Chinese, 2000) - Untitled (2024)
being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and iâm often waiting for something to happen. and iâm stupid.
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soemthing about the đŤ emoji is so viscerally warm to me. despite its blue color pallete. you can feel the warmth radiating off of it. the love. the care. this is the closest to a hug anything virtually simulating it has ever made me feel tbh
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Japanese Breakfast, Slide Tackle // Mary Oliver, Wild Geese // Patti Smith, Woolgathering // Andrea Dworkin, Our Blood // Saul Bellow, Herzog // Mitski, I Will // Florence Welch, Useless Magic //Â Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star // Mary Oliver, Dogfish // John Steinbeck, East of Eden.Â
Anne Carson, from âThe Glass Essayâ, Glass, Irony, and God
me after a minor inconvenience: i hope i get hit by a [remembers iâm anti car-centric infrastructure] pedestrian