imaginative narration of inflected harmony

Ranggi Arohmansani Jakarta, Indonesia http://instagram.com/ranggiarohmansani http://ranggiarohmansani.tumblr.com http://8tracks.com/ranggiarohmansani [email protected]

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Some unexpected things coming, a new opportunity, new place to go, new music to listen, life's so good lately.

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Dreamy Portraits by Martin Vlach

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Bluish Summer

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Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won’t rattle.) (So I don’t weep on the bus.) (So I don’t wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don’t jump at car horns.) (So I don’t jump at cat-calls.) (So I don’t jump a bridge.) (So I don’t twitch.) (So I don’t riot.) (So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)

Jeanann Verlee; ”Good Girl” 

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