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𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 :
TONGUE WETS HER LOWER LIP , trailing along the curve as she absently studies the girl. YOUNG , but not too much older than jennifer was. PRETTY , even if she does kind of look like she’s been on a bender. CAUTIOUS , which admittedly was in her best interest with jennifer being the one she’s talking to. { THEN AGAIN , JEN’S NEVER KILLED A GIRL BEFORE. they were for kissing , not draining. } sucking her lower lip in , she hums && turns cool gaze to the seats in front of them.
❝ FOLLOWING AN INDIE ROCK BAND THAT LIKES TO SACRIFICE VIRGINS TO SATAN FOR THEIR GOOD LOOKS && MEDIOCRE SUCCESS. ❞ the way she says it is so … monotone that i could taken for fact or lie. truth or a joke. ❝ well. they aren’t very good at finding actual virgins. but men are pretty useless so it doesn’t surprise me. ❞
𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑱𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬 . // phrase is devoid of all hilarity or sarcasm , and courtney immediately knows that the girl is telling the truth , that the young succubus is chasing revenge for the loss of a normal life . she’d been just like jennifer once , had been just as reckless , just as careless . courtney doesn’t react to the girl , instead takes a bite of her slim jim before gentle sigh escapes pink-stained cracked lips . ❝ all bad things exist in this world because of men , @alwaysasteroid· . ❞ a not-so-subtle hint at the existence of the succubus , at the irony of two monsters sitting amongst a train of unsuspecting innocents ( one of them would be courtney’s next meal , one of them would die today , but who would it be ? ) .
❝ i’m from los angeles , just a few miles east of here . the city isn’t nearly as glamorous as it’s depicted in the media . ❞ los angeles was filled with memories of heartbreak and despair , years of being ignored by the only family she’d had , decades of being shunned by the ones she cared about most .
𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔
¿ʞsɐ oʇ ɥɔnɯ ooʇ ʇuɐʍ ı llɐ sı
𝑳𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑺𝑬 :·
there is an apology ready to lurch out of her throat, something about startling the other, her cousin, as allie liked to refer to her, even if she hasn’t quite gotten around to saying it out loud yet. she knows there’s probably a technicality in there somewhere that keeps the title from being true. but, honestly, she doesn’t really care. courtney was someone allie wanted to have around, so she was. if she felt like family, then she was. it felt so much more simple than what a doctor or a genealogist might have to say about it. it certainly helped that love likes her, and that helped to get rid of any overarching awkwardness. because if love liked her, she just had to be good.
allie’s hands are fiddling with themselves in front of her, a distraction that keeps her worried mind preoccupied. her eyes flicker up and down between twiddling fingers and the woman at the sink, as if she’s checking on her. “ um, like, an hour ago? i think? i can be very quiet sometimes cause’ i wear socks and i know which floorboards creak. ” the blonde beams as she finishes, an expression meant to finish off a proud sentence, only courtney’s next words turn her features back down. “ oh, no! i’m sure the tree didn’t mean to, maybe we can go back and ask it to say sorry! do you remember what tree it was? ”
𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑬'𝑺 𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑳𝑳 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 . // about two months into living in love quinn’s home for lost souls , and courtney was no more used to its inhabitants , no more used to having company at all hours of the day . heavy sigh escapes her lips before she can stop it , body leans against the counter of the kitchen as stained shirt falls into the sink : allie was the only innocent presence in the house , just as stupid and naive as henry was . how long before that would be stained , how long before allie would become just as bad as the murderers that she lives with ? the joke remains ignored as cerulean hues narrow and closely study the other , wet fingers brush aside strands of brunette . ❝ do you normally creep around the house like that ? avoiding creaking floorboards and tiptoeing around ? ❞ words sound slightly harsh , though there’s no sign of empathy on her face , no sign of care . joe couldn’t be trusted ------ courtney had decided that much before moving to madre linda with love , before she’d even met the man . could allie be trusted ?
❝ you know , i was raised as an orphan in an empty home … the concept of roommates is still rather foreign to me . ❞ it’s as close to an olive branch as allie will get , the only sign that courtney’s harsh tone isn’t targeted ( but it’s all an act , isn’t it ? courtney would kill allie if it ever came to it , would relish in watching the life leave her body ) .
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑹 :
blue eyes twinkle, his expression softening. ❛ whew. at least this town gained another DECENT person, ❜ he remarks, leaning into the spine of the chair. OF COURSE HE HAD COME BY TO SEE LOVE, that is painfully obvious — though theo engler is not opposed of making new friends.
squinting, he sighs — ❛ it isn’t LIKE THAT, ❜ he mumbles ( who is he kidding ? drop the act ) ❛ okay, fine. i know. he’s a fucking creep, so we agree on that. ❜ a pause, lips press in thought, as though considering whether or not they should be said. ❛ love is just different than the others here. refreshing. god knows why you all picked this hell hole though. ❜
𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑨 𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑱𝑼𝑫𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 . // that much is apparent with his choice of company , even now : sitting across from a psycho killer and calling her a decent person … if only he knew the truth about her , about love and joe ------ would he still love the quinns after finding the skeletons hidden in their closet ? would he still look at love with those same adoring eyes ? the thought alone encourages the slightest crack of a smile upon hardened features , gaze studies him carefully as brows arch . theo engler had no clue what he was walking into , had no clue what shitshow he was getting himself involved in . ❝ love picked it . and she loves it here , more than she’ll even admit to herself . ❞ it had been long enough that courtney was now able to see the flaws of a woman she’d idolized almost her entire life , long enough that courtney was able to humanize the only person she’d ever truly loved . ❝ maybe she’s not as different as you think she is . ❞
words are said in passing , but the weight of them lingers in the room as she stands up to lock the doors of the small shop : no more unwelcome distractions , no more prying eyes during her work time . how would theo react if he knew that love was no better than joe , that love was the reason that natalie was missing in the first place . ❝ i heard about your step-mom . i’m sorry . ❞
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because i have a life lol
y'got three motherfuckers in a big white van , two dumb friends and one mean man
well she’ll fucking kill you, she wins every fight
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𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑬𝑺 :
the smell of blood isn’t exactly something he isn’t used to. hell, the crimson liquid was his biggest weakness, the smell alone makes him have to take a deep breath, even after all these years of self control. he found her through the grape vine, on a mission to find all the people he’s turned in the past & tell them he’s sorry, or whatever he could say at this point. courtney seemed to be taking on the ripper role. “ you remember me, wasn’t expecting that. ”
he steps over the dead body, lifeless and planted on her floor. it only makes him sigh, a sigh that was much needed it seemed. eyes move from the brunette to the leather chair she’s gestured to. he nods & takes a seat across from her, head tilting to the side as he watches her carefully. her aura is throwing him off, she doesn’t seem like her humanity is off but he’s still feeling it out. “ sorry to disappoint you. i didn’t quite think i was on the shorter side. ”
𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 . // she takes a slow sip of her whiskey before placing the glass back down on the side table , brows raising as courtney silently scrutinizes him . she had remembered nothing of her own transition , had no recollection of her own maker ------ until now . figure slowly stretches as she sits upright , gaze remains unwavering as sinister smile spreads across her expression . ❝ you turned me , stefan . how could i forget the man that helped me become all that i am now . ❞ there’s a hint of tease in her tone as lie easily slips out of her mouth , heavy sigh pushing past grit jaw as delicate fingers brush strands of chocolate out of her eyes .
❝ what can i do for you , stefan ? ❞ it had been decades since she’d seen him , years since she’d begun to make a name for herself as the ripper of angelino heights . why had he come to see her now , after all this time ? what did he want from her ? ❝ if you’re looking for pointers on cleaning up your crime scenes , i’ve heard that klaus mikaelson has some centuries worth of knowledge . ❞
HEADCANON // the ripper verse
courtney is not a writer in this verse , like she is in her main verses : ray quinn is left off of her birth certificate , and her father remains denoted as unknown . courtney spends her entire life receiving monthly anonymous deposits into a savings account under her name , though her mother takes complete control over this account , repeatedly utilizing the money as leverage over court’s life . courtney’s relationship with her mother grows more and more abusive as she ages , both physically and emotionally , and she began to count down the days until she would turn eighteen and be able to finally escape her mother . the night of her sixteenth birthday , courtney told her mother that she wanted to know more about her father , only to be met with another outburst : this time , courtney was ready for her mother’s rage . after a long struggle , courtney pushed her mom , who fell backwards and hit her head on the counter . completely stunned , courtney watches the life leave her mother’s eyes before packing up and running away .
‘ unusual … they say strange fascination, infatuation . a lunatic , call me what suits your taste , i just wanna taste . ’
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𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑯𝑮 :
vanilla? as if you know me, courtney. did it ever cross your mind that maybe getting tied up by a complete psychotic stranger just didn’t manage to get me hard? i resist the urge to roll my eyes, although it’s a hard feat. after all, i don’t want to be talking to you, courtney. your sister is who i want, but maybe we have a common endgame. isn’t she who you want? i never understood the whole familial longing. an only child, my mom abandoned me. what makes family so special to you? what’s the appeal? i catch the wink ── are you… flirting with me? it would make this whole unfortunate situation far more complicated. what about me gives off that i want to sleep with a psychotic murderer who’s stalking her family that wants nothing to do with her?
speaking of vanilla, the barista hands me my vanilla latte and it threatens to get me more aroused than you ever did. i pick up on the softness in your tone, indicative of the accusation being anything but serious. i offer a gentle chuckle, trying to match the tone, ❝ no, this place just has some of the best coffee in la. i assume that’s why you’re here too. ❞ i shrug, trying to play off my true intentions. they weren’t to run into you, courtney. no, one of love’s best friends lives in this part of town. what better way to get to information about love than watching her friends? imight needto teachyou afew things, coutney. ❝ i’ve been here a few times. big area, i would’ve been concerned if you had seen me. ❞
𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑱𝑶𝑬 ? // the question echoes in her mind as she reaches for her most recent cup of coffee , quiet slurp drowns out the sound of his utter bullshit before flirtatious smile finds its way upon her expression . courtney couldn’t help but wonder how far she could push him before he’d inevitably snap , how long before she would get to see the real version of him ( the version that he hid from everyone , the darkness that even love was too blind to see ) . it’s all an act , nothing more than an attempt to fish for more information about the mysterious man who’d found his way into the lives of the quinn family . candace and joe had pulled her directly in the middle of the fucked up quinn drama , had threatened the identity that courtney had spent so long developing : courtney had sworn long ago that she would step back from the quinns , that she wouldn’t try to force herself into that lifestyle , but now courtney couldn’t help but revel in the euphoria tied to proximity to her own family .
❝ i’m sure the stars just never aligned . ❞ the phrase alone is enough to make courtney want to barf , but the smile remains unwavering on faux friendly expression , legs cross as upper body leans in his direction . ❝ you around rabid dogs often , @photoalbuhm· ? can’t say i’ve ever seen a cut that bad . then again , i’ve never seen anyone bitten by a dog before ... you must have a daunting aura . ❞ comes off as banter , but she’s fishing for an answer again , searches his expression for any sign that he’s lying . seemingly casual conversation nothing more than a never ending game of chess , an endless battle between two minds : who would win in the end ?
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𝑰𝑼𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 :
she wants nothing more to put miles of road between her and this groupie. but desire to fight would always overpower desire to run, perhaps a fatal flaw in the grand scheme of things. jaw sets at close proximity, fists balled at sides now. reign it in fusilier, don’t let her get under your skin. deep breath is sucked in, departs in heavy sigh. ❛❛ no offence, ❜❜ 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍, ❛❛ but why the fascination in deranged and vile killers? ❜❜ maggie figured childhood trauma, always seemed to be the case with most individuals enamoured with psychotic murderers. she’d seen it first hand, flocks of people outside the police station initially, then a plaque outside her childhood home like some sick sort of tourist attraction. that’s when the gifts started getting left, the signs of adoration. IT MADE HER SKIN CRAWL, bile twisting and churning, she’d do anything to have a different father. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛, still she had to deal with the repercussions of his actions.
forever marked by a man with sick desires. it’s why interactions like these get to her so easy, never able to escape his towering shadow. she watches curiously as fellow brunette lights cigarette, a vice shared between them. yet during the entirety of conversation maggie wishes she hadn’t left flask of tequila in glovebox, liquid would surely make it more bearable. brown optics roll at question, OF COURSE SHE WAS DEFENSIVE. ❛❛ guess you got me. but a quick google search would’ve confirmed your suspicions so why the twenty-one questions? hoping i’d have some sort of insider crap? ❜❜
𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝒀 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 . // expression remains unwavering as she takes another hit from the cigarette , as smoke pools out of her nostrils and surrounds the pair . she taps off the excess ash before a brow arches , superiority complex undeniably oozing off of her in waves : courtney wasn’t stupid enough to ignore the mistakes of those that came before her , wasn’t idiotic enough to believe that she was entirely untouchable , but she knew that she would always be better than the likes of jeffrey dahmer or the southern slayer , would always have something that they didn’t . ❝ most famous serial killers have three things in common ------ they’re all white men , somewhat charismatic , and utterly fucked up in the head . ❞ words are followed by another slow drag of her cigarette , casual shrug of her shoulders as gaze fixates on the cinders drifting in the careful breeze . heavy exhale leaves peach stained lips , soon followed by a quiet snort . ❝ to be quite frank , i don’t give a shit about your relation to the southern slayer . ❞
even courtney is almost convinced by her own words , unimpressed expression fixates on her features as fingers lift sunglasses once more . ❝ like i said , i’m an author . i get paid some pretty big bucks to make up fake stories about psychos . ❞ practically the same spiel she gave anyone who asked about her interest , almost as well rehearsed as the sob story she gave about her mother’s death ------ courtney isn’t stupid enough to let anyone see the real version of her . there’s a beat of hesitation before cigarette meets pavement , before the heel of her prada boot stomps out the flame , eyes return to stare at maggie . ❝ my books are a play on societal roles : they discuss the reasons female serial killers aren’t as famous , entertain what things might be different mentally if the roles were reversed . people like the southern slayer are just part of my research . ❞ it’s the closest that she’d gotten to telling the truth to anyone in weeks , genuine smile finds its way to innocent guise as head tilts slightly to the right .
happy holidays, courtney! here’s a baby cactus!! it’s for you <3 lots and lots of love forever, allie🌵💕
happy holidays from me and my psycho killer <33
𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 . // head tilts to the side as she gives the winchester a slow once-over , arms quickly tug at the thin rope used to bind her to the chair before the figure settles in the hardwood , quiet chuckle escapes before head shakes strands of brunette out of her eyes . she knew more about the brothers than they thought , had heard whispers of their struggles during her time being ripped to shreds in the pits of hell : she wondered what leverage they thought they might have over her , wondered if they had any clue what they were walking into . ❝ i used to be just like you , @tobeblamed . stupid and naive . ❞ wad of blood-stained spit in thrown in his direction , crimson ichor staining her teeth as smile only widens .
❝ you’re out of your league , dean . you have no idea what is coming your way . i wonder what dear ol’ sammy would have to say if he found out what you did … the same shit that daddy did to you . ❞ hollow laughter echoes in the crappy motel where they kept her captive , eyes flicker black for an instant as she waits for him to squirm . ❝ you’re gonna die and leave him all alone … now that’s what i call heartless . ❞
PROMPT // i am not the one of us who has no heart .
gone girl screenplay sentence starters.
“ what have we done to each other? “
“ if you don’t talk, i’ll fill silence with: an excruciating story by ____. “
“ i’m so crazy, stupid happy. i met a boy. “
“ i prefer men who are funny, not ‘funny’. “
“ so tell me, ____. who are you? “
“ you know i have to kiss you now. “
“ i’m not someone who hits the panic button but—it’s weird, right? “
“ perfect, time for a quick tour of my failings. “
“ i love having strangers pick at my scabs. “
“ you surprise me. you challenge me. “
“ i go there for the quiet. “
“ everyone told me—and told me and told me—marriage is hard work. “
“ sometimes i want to punch us in the face we’re so cute. “
“ i feel sick. it’s just so bizarre. this is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to ____. “
“ i’ve sworn to never be one those wives. i think i’ve done a good job. “
“ let’s swear we will never be like them. “
“ we have each-other—everything else is background noise. “
“ ____, i don’t get it. it’s like you’re daring me to be someone i don’t want to be. “
“ that’s very sweet of you and very unnecessary. “
“ everyone is studying me, everyone is projecting their bullshit onto me. “
“ i’m going to go benadryl myself to sleep. “
“ you’re happy to be home, but i don’t know if you’re happy i’m with you. “
“ i feel like something you loaded by mistake. something to be jettisoned if necessary. something disposable. “
“ i feel like i could disappear. “
“ can you at least say you love me? “
“ i love you. but, sweetheart, we have to be real careful right now. “
“ i don’t want to fight. i just want to be with you. that’s all. “
“ i went from desperate to pathetic. i became someone i don’t even like. “
“ you’re really just going to walk out now? you are such a coward. “
“ we can’t go on like this. i won’t. “
“ promise me we’ll talk every day from now on. no matter what. “
“ you’ve been lying to me for over a year. “
“ i was so scared for you before. now… i’m fucking petrified. “
“ for valentine’s day, i thought i’d buy a gun. that’s how crazy i’ve become. “
“iI’d have to tell them the truth. and i don’t even know if i believe the truth. “
“ can i really think ____ would hurt me? i’m being paranoid. crazy. “
“ you have to fucking talk to me! “
“ i just don’t believe you anymore. “
“ ____, why have you kept this stuff? it’s like a little box of hate. “
“ i’m not going to be scared anymore. “
“ i’m so much happier now that i’m dead. “
“ you took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. you took and took from me until i no longer existed. that’s murder. “
“ you loved a girl i was pretending to be. “
“ i will admit: for someone who likes to win, it’s tempting to be the girl every guy wants. “
“ i made you smarter, sharper. i inspired you to rise to my level. i forged the man of my dreams. “
“ we were happy pretending to be other people. we were the happiest couple i knew. “
“ you actually expected me to love you unconditionally. “
“ you think i would let you/____ destroy me and end up happier than ever? no fucking way. you/____ doesn’t get to win. “
“ you need to learn. grown-ups work for things. grown-ups pay. grown-ups suffer consequences. “
“ i don’t know how decent i feel. “
“ that’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard. “
“ sure i believe you! it’s just the craziest thing i’ve ever heard. “
“ you’re reading it again? you know how it ends. “
“ ever heard that phrase, ____: the simplest answer is often correct? “
“ knowing you were out there was the only thing that’s kept me going these past few years. “
“ why are you so good to me? “
“ why is it that when i need someone to save me, i always think of you? “
“ come. you’re staring at ghosts. “
“ ____ brings out the best in me. “
“ you are so good to me. and i am so exhausted. “
“ i’m so happy you’re here. and i don’t want you to worry for one moment. “
“ you’ll be very safe. i won’t let you get away again. “
“ you scared me. don’t do that. i need to feel safe. “
“ come home, ____. i dare you. “
“ stay with me. i don’t want you to go away/ “
“ you fucking bitch. “
“ stop pretending. “
“ i’m not pretending. you were perfect. “
“ you’re a murderer, ____. “
“ i’m a fighter. i fought my way back to you. “
“ you begged for me to save your life on national tv. and i obliged. “
“ if two people love each-other and can’t make it work, that’s the real tragedy. “
“ remember: don’t turn your back. “
“ i’d never hurt you. i do need you to participate though. that’s fair, right? “
“ you can’t make me raise a child with you, ____. i don’t love you. “
“ we are toxic. we complete each-other in the sickest possible way. “
“ you think you could ever be happy with a nice, normal woman? no, * baby. i’m it. i complete you. i’m the only one who can. “
“ i’ve killed for you. “
“ you’re breaking my heart. “
“ i was with you before you were even born. “
“ what are you thinking? how are you feeling? what have we done to each other? what will we do? “