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like tears in rain. time to die.
Statue of neptune ♆ ,Melerana Beach ,Gran canaria by Juan M. Ortega
Carlos María de Heredia, Spiritism and common sense, 1922
— J. W. Goethe
Edit after Edward Mitchell Bannister (Sunset) (Smithsonian) (Ed. Lic.: CC BY-NC 3.0)
To my favorite bartender, gone manic during Friday night service, written on a napkin for her:
Happiness is not
The coat that you
Write on yr list, that you
Buy for a snowstorm,
That you
Remember to button up
In a snowstorm,
That you have only
For a snowstorm.
Happiness is
The breath you take
In a snowstorm,
Not even thinking about
The breath. And you
Exhale and watch
Yr breath disappear
Into nothingness,
Knowing there will be
Another one
Soon
Just as perfect
As the last one.
“HOPE” spotted in Washington D.C.
— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros
Of all monstrosities,
My blood runs cold
At the sight of my visage,
My reflection, the image of
The flesh which adorns my skull. The painted vision
Of sin
Seeking warmth where there is
No warmth; the absence of light,
Alighted into the depth, the abyssal dark
Of primates with venal mindfulness
And desires for material and power and lust and blood. My blood, at
A freezing temperature, stands still, expecting
Release; the razor draws and the skin acquiesces and
The moment passes without event, it is
Silence. The hatred
Is a false flag for
The system error, repeating forever
In the electrical system of a failed
Upright ape with
A consciousness that was never meant
To be.
fatigue, 2024
got myself a jug of port wine, a pack of menthols and some ground beef and rice for Christmas.
i hope your Christmas is better. if not, get drunk on Christmas Day and try to do better next year.
Rafa Macarrón (Spanish, 1981), Untitled, 2016. Mixed media and collage on aluminium mounted on board, 72 x 72 in.
“I self-consume.”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters; “Hunger,” (via violentwavesofemotion)