Literature

“after a week helen declared that the lessons would conclude, and she drove off to meet her friends in an abandoned parking lot. womanhood”

“So I’m there, walking around with L0V3 D0ll and she’s wearing these awfully tight shoes and she tells me it’s so she can always remember her bondage or whatever. Some sexbot thing, I thought. They must know she wants to be a model.”

“I want to look as beautiful as my casket.

I want to live forever and be afraid of everything.

Life is so good and it’s only going to get worse.

And in dreams, I don’t have to tuck my wings inside my dress. 

There are angels sitting next to you in the train,

Yet to earn their halo, yet to enter heaven.”

“The play symbol bulges stupidly before the sub-saharan beauty of your jungle. Is heaven nothing but a blank slate? THE END. Play again? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Here is a gift, do not dwell. Here, a new environment. Let me lead you to a new life. You can always begin again.”

“I wipe it with my other hand to take a deeper look, but it leaves a smear of sheer colour. It looks almost brown. I can feel my eyebrows knit in confusion. I pull my hand to my nose to smell the strange mystery liquid. It smells sweet with a touch of copper.”

“This intensity that morphed into a sense of overwhelm so consuming I felt that nothing could be funnelled into a singular actuality. I let that feeling — whatever it was, consume me.”

“I think of her sometimes, on nights like this, when my shirt is low and the wind kisses my chest as greedy eyes stare. They don’t know there is nothing there anymore. I ate her years ago, splitting the tough skin with my front teeth to reach the fruit inside. But tonight, here, with the moon hiding behind low, yellow clouds, Beautiful Girl walks with me.”

“When he slept, I chiseled out a keyhole 

in his back to peek inside the crushed 

velvet cavity, the bone cage of a person 

who did not: a traveling ball of saliva,

surging breaths, simmering bile.”

I’m Eminem’s real daughter. I’m gonna join a cult if I can find one. I’m googling ‘how to survive sexuality’ like Lohanthony. I’m doing subliminals to you

“Just one insecure species trying to get an A+ at intergalactic show and tell. For as long as we can remember we’ve been left home alone and God we just wish our neighbours would drop by with some food and a hug.”

“Spots signify a pure kind of repulsive nothing [       ]. Possessing a type of purity that cannot be subsumed by any desire.”

“Last night I occupied the bathroom and its blue fluorescence, soaking it up like a greedy phantom. My reflection taunted me in this harsh light.”

“Sometimes I wish I had a million followers. I want people to listen to the songs I post. To think about the lyrics and how they might relate to me. Relate to me!!! So I can figure out who I am.”

“Even this eternity will meet its end, and the world shall wait  For another, and another, and another. The end is forever.”

“Etched in the fading hues and worn paths of ancient roads,

Marking the passage to memory's embrace.”

Obviously

And also you can’t read minds

As in I caught you!

And your psychic violence

Although I gave you these powers too

Your actual ones are far richer

“The answer is you and I, it always is. In that sea of dust, there was nothing. Quiet, not a wave, not a sound. In that flat endless world, a soft and gentle breeze started to blow.”

We share the same affliction, him and I.

Tell me your pretty name so I might write you a portrait.

Piece by piece, Korea was sold.

With all the furniture removed, the house looked tired.

No hour shall be forgotten

And no sinner shall weep.

I don’t want one thousand words | Screaming at a black hole.

Somehow, by some act of God or the Devil or someone between, his dog has been transfigured into a block of cheese.

A love letter in soil-loving solidarity.