Last night, I took off Emily Dickinson's clothes.

Jump over this wall, swim this ocean.

Tear down this electric fence so you can sprint across the minefield and around the dog pit to get to the base of the guard tower and set it on fire and then dive underneath the bright red laser beams before weaving up and over the barbed wire to somersault across the rickety rope bridge over the 1,000 foot ravine that surrounds the 100-story castle with the padlocked chamber door to the room at the very top where your happiness sits on the edge of the thin straw bed, small and scared, waiting to be rescued by the ten different kinds of hero it will take to set her free.

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The Unintended Consequences of Learning a Foreign Language

too much red, too much red and
orange, too many thick smears
of acryllicism’s concupiscent molecules
across the burn scars on the tissue
on the surface
of the sun.
And once we’re there,
Skimming lengthwise
down a draftsman’s canyon
All the way down, down
To the water table below
the one we all drink from,

the one we all need.

So, naturally, we formed a long line
Of tallest to shortest from the front to the back,
And naturally we began
with the tallest man on earth, freakish
and poor, and chose him to be the first
to step forward and jump, and whirl
and win his prize,

stake his claim in the concrete radiated
angrily, rash-like, around the mean red, too red
or orangeish eyes set back deep into hollow eye-
sockets shaped like the eyes of an owl
that stare out forever and always
from one particular crease in the folds of the brain,
one slight corner at the edge of a joint
in the creases and folds that define either lobe
of the now-infamous human brain.

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fuckyeahbrutalism:

Elementary School, Aesch, Switzerland, 1963
(Förderer, Otto, Zwimpfer)

fuckyeahbrutalism:

Elementary School, Aesch, Switzerland, 1963

(Förderer, Otto, Zwimpfer)

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there’s something kinda sorta fundamentally psychologically defunct about taking pictures of yourself in the mirror for the sake of broadcasting especially doing so (impulsively, consistently) it’s a lot like normal lying, normal deceit, normal concealment weren’t good enough and you had to take them all into some sort of sinister overdrive and the Lake of Narcissus just became the dish of a Weld County radio tower, angled towards your mother’s righteous mountaintop, angled just so to skim a mean wind’s weather, dribbling an infant’s drool in sound and garish color from the left-hand corner of a million dollar project, funded by grins and ghosts lost in the ebb of time and elastically vibrant space.

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"Why won’t you say it, even to yourself?"

William Faulkner (1890)

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The position of our skulls underneath the skin of our faces has so much to do with pissing opinions instead of blood and gold instead of iron and so little to do with the layer of god’s glue that keeps the skin of our faces from sliding right off of our skulls.

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unamusedsloth:

Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen

This is my new favorite thing

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Randall’s Island, NYC, 7/13/14

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Veo a la muerte, muerte poderosa.

Que hombre más valioso

quien se la ha tomado

como buena casera esposa.

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awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Joan Baez and Jimi Hendix

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Joan Baez and Jimi Hendix

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you complain to me about your ghosts.

bedsheets fluttering under and around you as you walk through the hallways of your life is somehow my sobbing problem; I’m the one who has to get scared to death, I’m the one who feels bad all the time.

I’m the one with veins too cold to touch because your ancestors lead fantastic deaths, death in the medieval sense, a strange alleviation of things: the weights of this world,

heavy with our dust, carried high and far over cowls, obscured to the light of the sun or his different shade of blue, the moon, spinning like the Adam’s apple of a man’s screaming throat, raw to howl, a sound to rouse the grey-white ghosts of your past.

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