October 2011
3 posts
4 tags
eye bigger than its stomach.
Oct 22nd
4 tags
in the news i lose
Oh hey, New Olé! N-O-L-A! My, my, how this city eats me alive, alcoholic iced caffeine sinks my days into night. The city is a lady waiting for me to come home from work- she knows what I like to drink. Fickle, fickle feeling, bipolar sways of N-O-L-A suit my mood like a pair of custom-made alligator skin shoes. I am a werewolf and this haunt is a silver bullet with my name on it. This shit is a...
Oct 13th
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Serpent cat
Oct 1st
June 2011
7 posts
3 tags
Jun 17th
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Jun 17th
Jun 12th
835 notes
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My letter to Marie Laveau
Dearest Queen Laveau, My heart has been a tumultuous sea that spans as wide as my world of perception. I don’t come seeking advice, as I know I must risk the stinging nettles of my own broken path. However, I am afraid. I am your daughter, generations lost and displaced in a society cacophonous with confusion. My bones have become tangled by the violent oscillations of this world, and...
Jun 12th
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Nom!
Jun 7th
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Voodoo (The Collector)
There’s bits and pieces of you all over America! Are you going to collect them?? Better go before someone makes a mannequin of you. There’s bits and pieces of you all over the highway! Gonna resurrect them?? Better better, it won’t be fair if someone took your hair and made a voodoo doll, a you-do doll! The rain is slapping New Orleans and no one cares! The lightning thunder...
Jun 3rd
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Jun 3rd
May 2011
1 post
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May 2nd
April 2011
13 posts
Thoughts of a blood fiend named boîte
“I just made myself cum so hard thinking of one of the first times we fucked when you got a nosebleed…” “…and how we kept fucking even though you were dripping blood all over me and the bathroom. I thought I was going to get a nosebleed when I came earlier..” -boîte
Apr 30th
Apr 29th
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Apr 29th
2 tags
Apr 29th
3 tags
Anthony Perkins, how I love thee...
Patience, friends…(gif)
Apr 25th
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Fun with knives
Apr 25th
Apr 22nd
68 notes
4 tags
Where are you now?
“This is the room of theories, the room of growing old.” -DeLillo via Libra
Apr 22nd
6 tags
Elegant Suicide
Julijonas Urbonas, engineer and artist, has created the most spectacular method of assisted suicide to ever grace our civilization: “‘Euthanasia Coaster’ is a hypothetical euthanasia machine in the form of a roller coaster engineered to humanely – with elegance and euphoria – take the life of a human being. Riding the coaster’s track, the rider is subjected to a series of...
Apr 21st
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Apr 18th
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magick.
Apr 12th
Apr 5th
6 tags
Horatio Alger
I plead the fifth; now I’m moving to New York City.
Apr 5th
February 2011
8 posts
2 tags
I can no longer solve internetz puzzles because of...
Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Poor little wounded gazelle...
Feb 14th
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Dirty hands
Feb 11th
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Feb 10th
3 tags
Feb 10th
3 tags
Feb 10th
415 notes
3 tags
Doll Series #1
Feb 10th
January 2011
20 posts
Jan 31st
23 notes
4 tags
Families are awkward.
Jan 31st
Jan 27th
January mornings
Lying in bikinis drinking coffee next to a pool a glass pane’s width away from snowy Chicago. Discovering we had ambient elevator music channel choices. we went with christmas songs. Deciding that Nicholas Cage would be the perfect actor to walk in right now. “Forgetting” to tell the others that they could change the music before we left.
Jan 27th
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Jan 25th
3 tags
Jan 24th
5 tags
This is how I feel today.
Jan 13th
Jan 12th
Jan 12th
Jan 12th
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Jan 11th
3 tags
The alpaca you don't want to mess with.
Jan 10th
4 tags
Jan 10th
1 tag
Jan 10th
4 tags
The Hunger Artist
The Hunger Artist by ~klasky on deviantART “No one could possibly watch the hunger artist continuously, day and night, and so no one could produce first-hand evidence that the fast had really been rigorous and continuous; only the artist himself could know that, he was therefore bound to be the sole completely satisfied spectator of his own fast. Yet for other reasons he was never...
Jan 9th
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Jan 7th
5 tags
Things I apparently inspire.
What do I do when a friend of mine finds a headless, naked mannequin sitting with her legs crossed and tells me it reminded him of me? His answer was to top it off with a turquoise-encrusted bear skull. Of. Course.
Jan 7th
3 tags
J train
Whisper soft, dust-filled larynx; My shining silver suitor, Come sweeping down to save me. Oh, breathe hard! I lick my finger to be sure That the slightest aspiration will Carry me toward my intended destination… No, hollow winds from planes and Valleys already traversed Fool me. The roar afar is merely aural mirage, Seducing my mind into collages of chip bags and rags...
Jan 7th