l'appel du vide
half feral, half neurotic, mostly erratic
thought daughter musings and poetry sometimes referencing:
drugs and drug use
death and dying
mania and depression
trauma and ptsd
if you are under 21, stay away from me. please and thanks.
i'm over here still talking about eating the radioactive shrimp and getting raptured.
i'm over here still talking about eating the radioactive shrimp and getting raptured.
can you not?
sincerely,
can you not?
sincerely,
Walk with me a bit while I talk about Jim and his work--and leave your comments about what he means to you.
Right this way. /1
Walk with me a bit while I talk about Jim and his work--and leave your comments about what he means to you.
Right this way. /1
bursting forth from the horizon, greedy for attention.
i have the bad blood that fights the chill of dawn,
dragging myself across these empty streets.
i am a storyteller;
the moon is my companion.
bursting forth from the horizon, greedy for attention.
i have the bad blood that fights the chill of dawn,
dragging myself across these empty streets.
i am a storyteller;
the moon is my companion.
hold on to the secret truth. i refuse to follow the white rabbit.
i only care for the riddles of cats.
hold on to the secret truth. i refuse to follow the white rabbit.
i only care for the riddles of cats.
itching for a serotonin fix,
gazing into a sonder mirror,
the craving for opia hits.
itching for a serotonin fix,
gazing into a sonder mirror,
the craving for opia hits.
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and i don't even know where to start
there are so many holes in my seams, there are so many secret places that are just so dark, deep ocean places
and there so many words that are stuck inside my skin that i don't know how to bleed out
and i don't even know where to start
there are so many holes in my seams, there are so many secret places that are just so dark, deep ocean places
and there so many words that are stuck inside my skin that i don't know how to bleed out
the world knows i am not the easiest person to love.
all i can do now is remain a phantom among phantoms. a shadow a hundred times more shadowy than that shifty shape in your bedroom corner at 3am.
the world knows i am not the easiest person to love.
all i can do now is remain a phantom among phantoms. a shadow a hundred times more shadowy than that shifty shape in your bedroom corner at 3am.
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two figures waited, hand in hand.
walking down the line, out of her mind,
elation afire in the depths of brown eyes,
a sardonic smile creasing her lips,
trembling, waiting for bliss;
sunlight faded as streetlight bloomed,
they explored the city, just the two.
two figures waited, hand in hand.
walking down the line, out of her mind,
elation afire in the depths of brown eyes,
a sardonic smile creasing her lips,
trembling, waiting for bliss;
sunlight faded as streetlight bloomed,
they explored the city, just the two.
to adjust its delicate balance of neuroelectrochemical readiness;
but i've learned to recognize
less is more. nevertheless,
those experiences left me with a strange ache in my soul
and a passion to keep asking questions
to adjust its delicate balance of neuroelectrochemical readiness;
but i've learned to recognize
less is more. nevertheless,
those experiences left me with a strange ache in my soul
and a passion to keep asking questions