Whoah- this place has been turned into one spooky shack, man,” he murmured...– Lunar Park, Bret Easton Ellis (2005)
man is a god in ruins– Ralph Waldo Emerson
if only I were razor wire I could hate, hate, hate, and know it was true the thread of a screw? well I’d writhe and I’d writhe barren but not blind to you, you, you, in the gown of fire you wore back from Salem ciphers and sunlight lashed to your lips like promise of rain but you’d beg gor a smoke signal yeah you’d plead, plead, plead to...
and she had mourned enough for a thousand broken towers, her eyesight was...– Dionne Brand, Ossuaries
Anonymous asked: what happened
what brutal hours, what brutal days, do not say, oh find the good in it, do not...– Dionne Brand, Ossuaries