A love letter written to myself.
CREEP original text by Radiohead When you were here beforeCouldn’t look you in the eyeYou’re just like an angelYour skin makes me cryYou float like a featherIn a beautiful worldI wish I was specialYou’re so fuckin’ special But I’m a creepI’m a weirdoWhat the hell am I doin’ here?I don’t belong here I don’t care […]
MoreChildren, drunken in the last rays of sun, squeeze every last drop from these hours, as spectres of the world are swallowed, and they, clinging to this day, deny the night. To bed! To bed! They will not go. We who know, at some point, the child must sleep, lay ourselves down willingly, and surrender […]
Morefor when i am quite, quite nothing, then it is everything. When i am trodden quite out, quite, quite out, every vestige gone, then i am here risen, and setting my foot on another world risen, accomplishing a resurrection risen, not born again, but risen, body the same as before, new beyond knowledge of newness, […]
MoreThe making of Torshi Seer, a.k.a. Persian-style pickled garlic. They say that there is no love, only signs of love. This is a manifestation of that very thing. I made it for a friend I’ve been estranged from for their birthday. I bought ingredients before we stopped talking, and they were sitting there on my […]
MoreDear World, Reading the news today is distressing, to say the least. I don’t know how you feel about it, but speaking from my own experience over the past few weeks, the more of it I read, the more panic attacks I have, and it’s nearly destroyed my psyche. What can this self do against […]
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To Whom It May Concern 