March 2010
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February 2010
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from Shortbus
“What did your very best orgasm feel like?”
“This is gonna sound really cheesy, but I felt like I was shooting out creative energy into the world, & it was merging with other people’s energy, & there was no war, & there was peace.”
“Mine was definitely with Little Prince. We have this incredible connection. We made it really slow & still, &...
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love letter to myself!
dear kate,
you lusty electric nymphet. you glorious lovely elf. you gorgeous shining beacon. you radiant exquisite lovechild. you stunning perfect raindrop. you magnificent peaceful snowflake.
you, the light of existence, the purity of love, the rhythm of a waterfall, the elegance of a beaded ballgown.
you are sexy & mysterious, beautiful & kind, talented & clever, brilliant...
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post-breakup portraits
two years ago: one month ago: i’m getting better.
“I don’t really believe in love. I sort of believe in liking.”
– Andy Warhol (via taylorloren) (via katekillet)
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a snooze button and a february morning
snow echoed down in elegant strips
onto platforms of ice and slush.
i, swaddled in my lambswool sweater,
whispered thanks to my goosefeather duvet
as i looked out at the whitewashed street
and enjoyed not being able to feel the cold wetness.
i am so insulated in this sweltering shelter
(with eco-mean space heater and tightly shut door)
that i needn’t be concerned for the unlucky...
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my mantras
Make a bold move & do it soon.
I deeply & completely love & accept myself.
I am an expression of pure love.
Love is everywhere; everything is love.
Good love is on the way.
I am the pure white light of love.
Beauty, honesty, evolution.
The universe wants me to be happy.
Fortune favors the brave.
All that I want is mine.
I love the world; the world loves me.
Exciting...
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arteries
sink tooth sunk teeth
flee true fast far
to where the blue trees sway
& hearts beat slow slow slow
into cold rivers bleed & pour
colossal mess, enormous wreck
mangled love & shredded lust
pick & pull & pry & prod
bite at tender veiny skin
all pale & pink beneath my lips
your blood is not reality
but it’s become a part of me
