My grandmother told me she is kind of a vampire.
And that she has a very rare blood disorder, like three people in the entire world.
And that she needs other people’s blood. If she doesn’t have it then her face swells up and she changes from a pretty pale aged Audrey Hepburn to a monster with small eyes and growing head like horns.
I told her i am the universal donor (type o negative oh yes liquid gold).
But grandma, will you read me the story again? Of the girl with long black hair and red ribbons streaming down, and the clomp clomp of her love riding up on the back of a horse?…
the heat from the tiger stripe fractures
of Saturn’s icy moon
aren’t hot by Earth standards
or so said a composite
well maybe the tiger stripes can
melt the solid ice because
this isn’t about Earth.
maybe we will be able to see
before the 15 years
we will spend in the dark.
in my head.
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. Edgar Allen Poe
if, as oscar wilde said, the basis of optimism is sheer terror, then what is the basis of its polar opposite? probably the same fucking thing.
Um,how adolescent is it that I get Catharsis lyrics stuck in my head at work when my boss pisses me off?
“So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk…For only a fool, only a fool would cling to this world as it is.”
My hand is merely a tool which is operated by remote control. It is not my head which functions there but something else, something higher, more distant, somewhere. I must have powerful friends there, both dark and light. -Werner Schmalenbach
today i will try to feed the good wolf. the bad wolf is getting greedy and fat.
But these maneuverings to avoid
The touching of hands,
These shifts to keep the eyes employed
On objects more or less neutral
(As honor, for the time being, commands)
Will hardly prevent their downfall.
Stronger medicines are needed.
Already they find
None of their stratagems have succeeded,
Nor would have, no,
Not had their eyes been stricken blind,
Hands cut off at the elbow.
By Donald Justice
you defrost salmon like you defrost a limb – with cold water not hot.