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2611. Add It Up
This is called “Add It Up.” Don’t though.
Two women in love is better than a man and a woman in love. Just as two men in love are better. Three men in love is even better. Even better still is two men and a woman. Two women and two men is a burden. Three women and one man is extravagant. Three women in love is almost perfect. One man in love with a woman who doesn’t love him is genius. A woman in love with three men and a woman, while uncommon, is a sight to see! Four women in love requires faith. A secret harem of men in love is quotidian. Two women in love with one man is fanciful. Two and a half men in love with the same woman is a manager’s special. Three men and one woman in love is the dream. One hundred men and thirty-three women in love is The Experiment. Fifty women in love is a good party. Thirteen men in love is dangerous. A man and a woman in love is dogmatic. A man and a dog in love is ideal. A woman and a dog in love is fate.
If every high comes down, I'm kind of afraid of you now
I won't tear you, I won't tear you, I won't tear you, I won't tear you
Remedios Varo (Spanish, 1908 - 1963)
Insomnia, 1947
Bronchitis
Despite us
Belonging
You never were calling
Recite us
Deny, cuss
I'm sorry for playing
I've done every painting
Your eyes rust
My lungs crust
Watch out, love
You need lust
There is none amongst us
I leave and you can't keep what once was
Мисля, че ще го измислим
Your love ends where my pain begins
The talismans warned of unfaithful strings
The elusive sense of control
For you to be able to get to who I am
again again again
Control
You wouldn't know
Do i want to leave or do i need to leave
I think that there'll always be a part of me
That feels more real in states of in-between
Than in their rusty arms so lovingly
“EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE” CONRAD BO // 2022 [acrylic, enamel, & ink on canvas | 15.7 x 23.6″]
And nothing feels more like life than desire. Everyone knows it; the surge in the blood, cocaine-highs without the white powder. Desire is shamanistic, trance-like, ecstatic.
Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Desire’
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed