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fallen from the fig tree
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Very early in my life, it was too late.
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books became half her world.
No title
Supermassive black hole
My body is a cage.
the eternal rocks beneath
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Natalie Wood
Melina Jesenska & Franz Kafka
Night
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Tolstoy's opinion on life. I agree.
The dance
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BUY NOTHING DAY 2009
dissolving
Love me without fear.
And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.
I am worn out with desire.
Your back's a meadow
by blood and by mean, I follow your lead.
I'll eat you up I love you so.
Something like his mouth
...my whole soul through my lips.
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Sit down and write me a letter.
Edie Sedgwick and Clementine
To that one kid who makes me really happy.
Books in winter. A friend.
Birds of paradise
A female corpse, back view
I should have drowned us there in the room
My Fair Lady
bats
V.W.
Faulkner
TylerShields
White throat to sky
red badge of courage
Alfred Stieglitz photographs Georgia Okeefe
Les Miserables (The Wretched)
I loved her, and destroyed her.
I died for beauty, but it was scarce.
Above all, give me truth.
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I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding.
I regret nothing.
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