December 2009
11 posts
We are all doomed. Who will want us after we’ve been consumed? Frequency has called the banshee blind and still we’re moving on. Someone else’s motives have been planted. The roads cut off, we’re stranded. Who says there’s nothing new about being empty handed? This adultery wears me like a suit. Through the dust, I’m in full pursuit. Pull back. It’s endless. Retreat. Oh...
“Pornography hits the blind corner of reason. It directly addresses our primitive...”
– Virginie Despentes (via nightmarebrunette) (via breathless9972)
November 2009
7 posts
Furrowed trenches. We arm with contrition. It is my right to doubt. As the world grows dimmer. I lay awake. Dreamless. Stretched between stakes. I lay awake while the dark speaks in over-whelming shapes. Heave ho… You torrid malcontent. Heave ho… You horrid twisted miscreant. I hear the weight of nothing pressed thickly upon me. All are leaving. It is my right to doubt. As all things...