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Slipping beneath the crawl space, we play the infinity game. Dead zones and crumpled chests. The downward spiral beginning at the foot of your bed. Collecting sunflower seeds, the roots of our faith are planted with utmost sincerity. Joking aside, there’s no saving the damned until they glimpse themselves without restraint. All internal. Fantasy in… Read more
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A great piece of writing on one of my favourite artists by my friend of twenty years. Read more
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Others will sneer, but when you’ve got the soul, nothing else will matter. And what else is there, then having a soul? A sense of purpose. A reason for existing other than to simply make up the numbers. Stand out from the crowd. Be different. Not in appearance, but in visions and beliefs. Make… Read more
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Originally posted on Write to Live: “No man [or woman] is an island.” – John Donne I used to believe that I was entirely independent of this world. Today, this seems like such a naive and ignorant notion. But my addictions brought me to the point where I isolated myself from the outside, closing myself indoors, unseen… Read more
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What I could not find in books and love songs I found under a crumpled blanket next to you Read more
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pretty girls make graves/donkeys under starlight starved in half/worshipped so sweet souls just holes/stuffed with contempt no cure only pain/ scorched into pale eyes sex without love/lifeless like a whore banality and the mundane/drip fed so cute morality no sense/obliterate with regret stained bodies/shackled by stained chains bourgeois so bloody bourgeois/unclean in sin lipstick… Read more
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Love is the devil. Against time, we struggle so hard to understand who we really are. There are no answers, only questions. No destinations, only islands in time. Chasing tails, we get caught up in useless formalities. Just let go, and take hold of something more. Feel the heat of someone who gets under your… Read more
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don’t let these days escape let them live forever let us cling like tomorrow never comes lovers holding on to what matters most repel ghosts and taste the truth she bleeds take her in your arms and never let her go Read more
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the world burns and all we want is to get drunk and fuck bodies falling like april showers bloodshed and bombs in every corner of this pitiful land obliterating innocence like it were meaningless yet apathy is where we belong celebrity so cool our souls traded for banality and blowjobs war as some kind of… Read more
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Shedding skin and cracked teeth. The things you see on the streets, and the horrors of first light. The parade of carcass’s, attracting flies and lying eyes. It drains me to breathe the same air as them, to go through the motions of such banality. To pretend that it’s worthwhile and that the days have meaning… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 