nothing on your blog makes sense and it fascinates me
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@awildhappiness
nothing on your blog makes sense and it fascinates me
Sometimes I say weird shit, the kind it makes you feel afraid.
Sometimes I dream I'm a ghost and I try to look at my dead brain by rolling my eyes inside my skull, like a butoh dancer. And I float around like that for a while. Maybe someone sees me but I don't notice.
I dream about saying weird shit (the kind it makes you feel afraid) to someone in my dream. And I like to see how they change.
I often wish I could CONFESS something that someone would find scary, like telling them I'm going to starve myself to death one day. If I ever commit suicide I think that's what I'm going to do.
I'm going to crawl on my belly, one arm and then the other. In circles, inside my room and die in it as I curse the whole department building, or the whole area, the whole world. As far as I can curse.
I said I was a "chaser", which is something really weird to say because it's embarrassing and it's like you're confessing you're something you shouldn't be, something you shouldn't do.
Not a predator but a dirty and pathetic yearner, and yet, with some obscure power. Your desire leaves your brain and goes haunting those people you "chase".
It approaches you and you look at it and you realize it looks like this:
No hay preámbulo salvo que esta poesía está toda en español. Aprende español.
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ché la diritta via era smarrita and esa selva oscura fue una mujer italiana de mi edad, una mujer que me obsesionó. Una mujer sumamente bella. Nel mexo del cammin di nostra vita. ¿Qué voy a hacer ahora? ¿Qué voy a hacer si no admirarla? Una mujer hermosa.
AS I LAY DRAFTING (07/24/2016)
Six years ago.
A riddle:
Who am I?