habibion the one morning i forgot my headcovering! from my place behind the choral music stands i watched him come into the vestibule, hands clasped appropriately below the waist, except to cross himself upon seeing our mother, theotokos. he is fat with honey and oils, dashing and jovial. orthros seemed to stretch on hours and hours before a homily i did not hear, familiar odes, the procession of the holy gifts, wine and prosphora. after i’d completed the prokiemenon and gone outside to smoke, he approached with his coffee and second-generation stories of old lebanon. slowly, ahabibi
all my brothers' namesjohn is the oldest. i don't like john as much as the others, but i don't think we know each other. he talks so much, says the same things, always looking for a chink in the armor. he also talks over me, because i am a girl, i think. but he is also the calmest. he says things like he is smart. i don't know any of his tattoos because i haven't asked him.all my brothers' names
then there is john. we used to sleep together sometimes, when we felt worthless, when he is drunk, he calls me a whore and won't hug me. he has a crow on his chest, daggers on his forearms, on his knee, a skull. he was in love with me once, and proposed to me once, on that knee, be
i must not think bad thoughtsa mind used to be a sheer, perfect mirror. this world is hammers, glass cutters, careless children,i must not think bad thoughts
cats on the coffee table.
evil memories are fragments; truth slips in between the cracks.
you naïve are so precious blessed!
protect yourself from knowing evil.
if someone thinks less of you, all the better.
nikki pickup"everyone dies alone," she said and before i could ask where to pick her up i heard the dial tone. her quarter had run out.nikki pickup
when i think about this city, stretched out model who feeds her cat organic kibble; heroin kids on in the road at two in the morning, spare change; bums on skid row peeling oranges, detoxing, finding jesus; gutters. aquaduct. glitter in the sidewalks.
i still didn't know where she was, but i headed for the subway anyways.
i found her in the museum of death on hollywood and vine. she was staring at the white, pus-ridden
i want to make art.
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Forward motion is harder than it seems
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Jay Ditto
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If I could have my life again, I would have ended it long ago.
Pure Evil
Well, anyway, WELCOME TO DA!
Thank you so very much for the favorite, it means alot to me.
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*In those dark times, in those times when you feel the most alone...those are the times when you are held more closely in heart than you can imagine.* ~mythicaldamienne
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