dear diary,for our dead flower jubilee from woodland to island these scribbles left on old receipts deranged dreams on crowded airplanes four in the morning, someone murmuring i would like to bury my...
faces morphing to the steady beat of an ancient drum and by the beauty of destruction our castle in the clouds
dear diary,truth to be toldwas a single promiseever broken. #1 and #2, in retrospect:- are we slipping again- pulling away- with force- you punch- I glide- where did we go last night- dont you rememb...
dear diary,i am too tired to speak, the room is covered in plastic.
dear diary,le circque de soir.where anything could happen.act 1:in which you ask me of what i am thinking andin which i reply (in the shape of a howl or whisper, after dragging myselfacross a drafty ...
sublimation:to calculate the possibility of running into someone you know;a simple equation, a downpour of figures, a waterfall defenceless againstles fleurs du mal. understanding yourself as nothing...
dear diary,i am my body but my body is not me.sublimation:to calculate the possibility of running into someone you know;a simple equation, a downpour of figures, a waterfall defenceless againstles fl...
dear diary,we are the caravan children and i will leave you by nightfall,float through thick shields, veils, membranes of defeat, of resignation,of unsurpassed beauty. we are the caravan children, a ...
dear diary,voices, i tune them out, the crowds, the places,i think of angels and all is silent.the silver fox, hiding, the amber fox in bins and clouds,the silver fox pouring down in amber vessels, t...
dear diary,dear morning. 05.30 amit all makes sense, the city lies deadi must be the only one left breathing.05.40 amultrarapid, nuclear meltdown, the flutter of wings, cheekbones, concrete,his name ...
dear diary,the city will swallow you.00:00 ami am stood here, waiting, the cold wet snow melting dripping by the first hit ofskin cold and wet wet and cold, the company of heroin bruised heroinesbraw...
dear diary,bleak blue silence crystals love without a beginning, without an end.1. our days remain the same, identical sets of limbs, regardless ofhow we twist or twirl them.2. time is a ship and a f...
definition, madame de lamour:existence is a explosion of colours oceans springing to bloom change is only a constantall dreams are lucid every twitch caught on film a flick of an eyelid a nail scrapi...
dear diary,my tiny tempest.ever increasing circleswe went too far this time, did we notwe went too far this time, did we notwe went too far this time, did we notwe went too far, baby,we went too far....
candy darling – the definition of wings, flying, weightlessnesschandelier - the sound of tall spires splitting againstbadly worn limestone floorsimpossibility - the purity of nothing, a void, deliriu...
dear diary,in bleak blue silence crystals love without a beginning, without an end.definition:burning wax, candles - i am a skeletal figurine moulded by unsteady hands ori am a shapeless mass in an e...
dear diary,these are the neglected daysmy dreams after the second death - more vivid than ever before, ruthless in their colouring:1. solid sculptural pieces carved out of thin air, bejeweled install...
definition:destiny - the one that will not return without goingthe wired light that will never cease to shine, to be crystallised.
black cat blues - the panther epilogues, a recollection of the second sleep orconvallaria majalis, puppet to master, master to marionette:- intoxicate me.- you know d-d-dolly, there are no obstacles ...
dear diary,my sweetest r.the pillars of our stories:1. the pearly gates, inventory:ivory altar, wooden crucifix, lead cup silver shining, silk linen, sudden bloodshedthe smell of: bleach wings burnin...
dear diary,this crystal talking i am living my life in a fish tank,drowning in the smell of opium and mouldering rosebuds, just like any other human i am childishly in love with the idea of conquerin...
dear diary, of perplexed babies and their unruly rosebushes like here i stand with my hand in your dirt just do what you can to erase me. the frozen hours jumping through time and space one day or an...
dear diary,i have been to hell and back and something inside of mechanged the moment i said hi to forever. life number three. john bauer.i have built a gallery in the hollow space where my brain used...
dear diary,let me tell you about the time wheni wrote him a bedtime storyabout the boy who thought he was a reincarnation of marie antoinetteand his unloving wife,the girl who dreamt of becoming a se...
dear diary,let me present you with the short version ofrecent happenings, once upon a dream:welcome to the honeydew, madame dragonfly, the holy sacrifice of your royal highnesscome here my unborn chi...
dear diary,outside my sphere of apache tearspitch black thunder, a pack of wearwolves wailing through the glimmering downpourbinocular vision through damp leaves, her majesty of trees:you. mathew, th...
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