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Red-nail Days
What of the red nail polish spilling out of my brain.
From ‘The Book of Repulsive Women’, Djuna Barnes
SUICIDE
Corpse A
They brought her in, a shattered small
Cocoon,
With a little bruised body like
A startled moon;
And all the subtle symphonies of her
A twilight rune.
Corpse B
They gave her hurried shoves this way
And that.
Her body shock-abbreviated
As a city cat.
She lay out listlessly like some small mug
Of beer gone flat.
“After All, One Must Be Faithful to One’s Bracelets”
This satirical drawing of a dandyish Greenwich Village resident accompanied Djuna Barnes’s 1916 article “How the Villagers Amuse Themselves”
whisperingwhilebombsarefalling:
Renegade - Kings of Convenience
(Source: elnobrainer, via beethovenwasdeaf)
Band of Horses - The End’s Not Near
HEYHAPPYBIRTHDAY WHATTHEFUCK!
If you only knew my wordpress haha!
The Aeon Flux Resolution
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Francoise Hardy - L’ Amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours
Last time.
