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Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling

[letristesseduroi]

A year of going and growing and breathing and seeing.

[letristesseduroi]

Wearing my brother’s cashmere

Dispose of your sorrow in the softest corner of the room. In the dark of night or behind a lampshade. Underneath the fruit In the bowl in the kitchen (the peaches rot). Below your silk pillowcases but do not be afraid to do it. Swallow your fear like cold pearls, stand to face east and you won’t remember a thing about it. A snake sneaks out of its skin. An eve ran out of eden. You have but one voice, the rest are the monsters. Know thyself and the kingdom of heaven is yours, you are the remnants or stars. Honor them! For they died for you!

[spaceexp]

Mars as seen by Rosseta during a gravity assist

[letristesseduroi]

Women with sagging cheeks and breasts order two croissant. I fought with my dad last night over the ethics of tipping. I didn't see the stars last night. A shadow lays itself sideways across the face of a mountain. I wish I could have told you that I loved you, when I was there and had the chance and we stood outside of the school; shivering, smoking the cigarettes I rolled. You stopped smoking soon after that. I'm in love with someone else now. I'll probably never tell you that either.

[neo-catharsis]

[artist-schiele]

Self Portrait as St. Sebastian via Egon Schiele

Size: 32.3x48.3 cm Medium: pencil on paper

[cestvibe]

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We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

Louise Glück, “Nostos”: Meadowlands (1997)

[anna-alina]

[ducissatenebrarum]

Toriyama Sekien 1779

[iconophages]

[antipahtico]

Big Trouble in Little China (1986)

[letaobloquista]

Robert Doisneau, Diagonal steps, Paris, 1953 © Atelier Robert Doisneau

[letristesseduroi]

Toes on my phone from June

Slurping up sun rays and heat waves. Been weeding the garden and it looks like an old balding man who's sleeping. At night I hold my body close and whisper good wishes into it. Heart wounds call for vanilla bean paste across the eye lids and one meal a day of wildflowers. Consistent leaning back in cold moving mountain springs, looking at the cosmos whirring above you, and listening to their sacred sighs. Let the earth nurture you, even if the pre season peaches are bruised like you. Eventually you may be coaxed out of yourself, with star trips ahead of the choice, allowed that you vow for it.

[letristesseduroi]

Notes on my phone. July 13th

I have all white bedding at both my moms and dads house. My mom ate mango tonight while I sliced it and this is how I knew she was drunk. My boobs are swollen and I am swollen. My brother got a modeling job and I got my period. Everything is too beautiful here I feel an awkward fit coming on. I mowed the lawn and forgot the buck moon, didn't see it even though I corrected a boy at the party who thought it was on the 6th. Might have scared him, likely so. I don't know if spiders have hearts. I don't know if I do. If I do it feels fatigued. White sheets make me feel cleaner, and closer to god. I eat too much and have bad dreams. I eat too much I feel sick. The sugar in my blood asks why all the boys never stay. Then they ask why I never even stay either. The days are easy as wind. I make believe that I'm on a Silver track leading to the deep mountain meadow or crest of the peak, both near stars and with the moon in her midnight loveliness. The bedding is nice but I always kick the sheet to the bottom.

[imnook]

Robert Doisneau 

juliette greco & miles davis

[letristesseduroi]

I found you in the void. Stars stood guard over us, keeping a close watch. I fell down in the grass, stretched out and making small fists of it. You layed beside me, or stood, I couldn't remember. I just felt you there. A song came on the radio. One we both loved but differently, for it made you happy and me profoundly sad. Soon the stars were in the pools of my eyes, and I started swallowing the void little by little. I choked out apologies and my voice stayed soft. Apologies for taking up so much space. You cooed me and told me not to feel so bad. I couldn't tell you that soon I would swallow you too. It got very quiet and dark, only the glimmer of my eyes showed me your profile, nearly lost in shadow. But then I realized you were everywhere. In the barren air I breathed. In the strands of damp grass. In the dirt from which it grew. In the light of the stars. In me. And I knew then that I could never lose you, and I Rolled over, laughing for eternity.

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