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As she catches raindrops on the tip of her tongue, the leaves that blow around her are collected by magpies and squirrels that raise each one to the sky as if to show God they are so fortunate to have been touched by her beauty. As she spins in circles like a whirlwind, the… Read more
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As acid creeps up my oesophagus, stilted rays of sun piss in through the window. It seems as though I forgot to close the curtains the night before, and now daylight sticks its nose in looking as stupid as those bastards outside mowing their lawns and washing their cars even though it’s on the… Read more
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Find faith in your faithless acts and then repent until the sorrow in your bones makes you wish to leave behind all the versions of your former self that linger against your best wishes. Look in the mirror and cry your tears. See the stains on your teeth and tell yourself that from now on… Read more
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Mountains and whores. Darkness and broken poets. Men as pointless as masturbation and children as defunct as their defunct parents. Circles of pain. Circles of truth. The curls of your hair and the blemishes on your skin that remind you so cruelly that you’re only human, and that despite the hopes and dreams that… Read more
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Made another video. Come follow me on a trip down memory lane where I discuss the importance of keeping the past alive. There’s talk about working in a pub, child killers, and the death of a drug addict, of which I am neither. I also read two pieces from the second volume of A… Read more
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In these quiet hours, your chest rises and falls. In these hours you’ll never know, your nostrils flare as you kick your bare feet against my shins. Smoking my cigarettes, I just sit there watching you thinking about how natural you are compared to all the rest, and how much I would like to crawl inside of… Read more
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Light my cigarette and then your own, and then maybe call in sick so we can spend the afternoon in bed together reading dog-eared books while watching vintage pornography on your laptop. The shadows that lurk on the streets outside, they make us feel as if we’re inseparable. They make us feel almost as if we’re complete.… Read more
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Twitching your nose, you smell burger vans serving up endless portions of cheesy chips as leaves crunch beneath your worn pair of Dr. Martens. With Mogwai blaring on your headphones so loud and desolate and magnificent that you know you’ll end up crying if you don’t lower the volume, you roll a cigarette as those around… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: When you woke up you thought I was someone else. Maybe if my hair was a little blonder and a little straighter things would be different. Or maybe if I was better at cleaning and cooking like a real woman. But I’m so happy I’m me, am I that much less?… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 