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I’m what the kids call ‘an atrocity to god’.
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Eugène Guillevic, tr. by Teo Savory, from “The Flame,” written c. May 1931
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“…I am talking about evil. It blooms. It eats. It grins.”
— Anne Carson, from “The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide,” Glass, Irony, and God
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I have fallen away from God to consume your body. I am Michelangelo between your legs finger-painting the heavens that I lost, praying that the Lord lingers in Heaven, forgetting my name. . As light shatters through the stained-glass windows of your eyes, I pray against your chest. I’m powerless – what can I do but worship the curve of your upper lip? Sweet horn of heaven. . Madonna, Madonna, my ribcage busts open to praise you. I am the ruined man born of the fall.
When Angels Fall, They Do It for Love. (via offcenterwriting)
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Tessa Thompson via IG stories (October 31, 2018)
Scream (1996) dir. Wes Craven / Ginger Snaps (2000) dir. John Fawcett
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At the hour of love and blue eyelids I see myself burning.
André Breton, tr. by Mary Ann Caws, fromfrom Poems; “Vigilance,”