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Leonard Cohen

—A Thousand Kisses Deep

confined to sex, we pressed against the limits of the sea
i saw there were no oceans left for scavengers like me
i made it to the forward deck, i blessed our remnant fleet
and then consented to be wrecked a thousand kisses deep

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I cannot keep it up.
Nobody I know can keep it up.
Late at night there is this fear
of suddenly nothing which comes out of nowhere.
Everything is turning out just as I suspected.

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Portishead

—Glory Box

i’m so tired of playing with this bow and arrow

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…A cold paralyzing horror: a glimpse into the subhuman…the sickness of life beginning again: the exhausting awareness of every ache. What the hand does in reaching, a misery of awareness; loss of memory in small things; hatred of necessary routines; hatred but not fear of dark; watching the skin, the fingers; overeating; a full preoccupation with unnecessary tasks; weakness in the morning; fear of headlights; distrust of children; a tide of loss.

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a solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974 

a solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974 

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opal nail art

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What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere.

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