slags, swallowers, golden men, a generous palmstroke palindrome handy in some sales water of your own formation. you should have been more careful!
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“If I were thinking clearly Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark and only I can know, only I can understand my own condition. You live with the threat; you tell me, you live with the threat of my extinction. Leonard, I live with it too. This is my right. It is the right of every human being. I choose not to suffocate in the anesthetic of the suburb but the violent jolt of the capital. That is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. That by which she defines her humanity. I wish, for your sake, Leonard that I could be happy in this quietness but if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death.
-Virginia Woolf to her husband Leonard, at the train station”
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slags, swallowers, golden men, a generous palmstroke palindrome handy in some sales water of your own formation. you should have been more careful!
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three nods courting the end [3]
hips like rotting fruit; a time to uproot what has been
planted, like
the trickle trail of your fur as it leads
up the cradle of the curve of your twisted,
mangled spine,
finite pink mist.
Thread your thoughts with threads of symbolism,
of heartbreak and the Sultanship of mice,
Ophelia and nod three times.
three nods courting the end
[3]
hips like rotting fruit; a time to uproot what has been
planted, like
the trickle trail of your fur as it leads
up the cradle of the curve of your twisted,
mangled spine,
finite pink mist.
Thread your thoughts with threads of symbolism,
of heartbreak and the Sultanship of mice,
Ophelia and nod three times.
