I got a virus on my phone
Trying to download some Burroughs

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@deathbirdunveiled
I got a virus on my phone
Trying to download some Burroughs
Truth is a monotonous vacation
La Rose De Fer
The city calls me. This time I have to answer, I can’t let the dream crack apart again.
I am terrified because everything will change. I am also excited by this.
The dream is weak, hardly alive, born too early. I cup the small thing in my hand and exhale— slowly, slowly breathing strength into it——
This dream I will nurse until it’s ready to walk, to lead me away from the life that shrinks around me
Ritual of sorrow begins,
I am alone, torn
Waiting for the end
Waiting to be reborn again
Terrifyingly anew
I hide from shadows that crawl
Along the littered, burned-out room of memory
I cast precious stones into the ashes
Hoping for communication and release
For a lost one’s finger to draw up in shape,
To show the direction I must go
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Think you know my mind
As if my skull were glass
Broken in half
Bewildered
Mephisto walz
Just three months back in time, my eyes are different now. My ears remember— the calls of the elk children to their mothers, the bleating of the males into the tundra air. In sunset they gathered in the field, overtook the road.
birdmad girl
I truly love this woman in all her flawed glory… she has such rage and beauty and tenderness and treachery. She truly is Aphrodite in the original, pre-simplified myths: both a love goddess and a goddess of death, a harbinger of beauty and pleasure and the black widow killer of love all at once.
Anaïs Nin only you can save me now…
Rozz my beloved