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Amrita, and her Hair Her parents deemed her of ambrosial* quality. Black wires grow on her head+ For which their is little accountability. Her pater is to blame for its heredity. His sister, her aunt, for its similarity. Please she never could her esteemed community. Whose Devi she resembled in…
Seeing that I am in a perpetual slump right now it was nice to read something like this wasn’t it? One of the best posts I real from Mihai. Keep blogging.
the tenacity of my mouth even when the realm of speech can only bring silence as conversation is the promise of a dew; talking is not cheap it is cheapened but the decidedly virtuous or the virtuoso of teeth; mouthing and mumbling what was never in their vein and even their taste buds couldn’t haveContinue reading “rolling on”
There is something about the popular deadly in its violence of conformity; of implicit “yes” and a nod of “no” I can hear reason bubbling in a soup; atomised to perfection, simmered down still a reason, reasonable enough to hold a candle. Burn it at both ends but have a clamp, to teeth it inContinue reading “holding on in a cardboard edge”
I suppose I will be understood — when I die? that death be my proof seems such a simple thing a cliche, a blinding light which has no priority: no proprioception. I am not going to die, soon, if I am going to die at all it is a stupid thing to make immortal theContinue reading “a female’s tale”