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psyche & psalm: .the very end of lucky and nikki.
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The very end of lucky and nikki. I wonder how you will imagine the story of us. How you'll piecemeal it all together. And how one dimensional you will make our characters. Knowing you as i know my own skin. I hear a backdrop. Of beatles, nina simone, self-pity, and regret. And see the grayscale your self-justified mind paints in. The costume i own. Seems eerily similar to the role i walked away from. But by all means. Give yourself all the reasons. Why i doomed our addictive love story. I knew very well.
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psyche & psalm: July 2010
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A prologue, maybe. I found my trouble at the end of the bottle. It was just looking up at me, laughing. You are intrinsically bad, little girl. Axiomatic said an old writer once. Axiomatically inherently intrinsically bad. I threw the bottle with a flick of my wrist and enjoyed the sound the glass breaking on the wet asphalt below my window. Grabbed the other that was still full and waiting for me, a little present of possibility. The liquid had a way of burning that made me think of antiseptic. The song...
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psyche & psalm: .lucky.
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I have loved you. In a thousand lifetimes. Scattered in braided time. It was a perfect night, with the promise of fall still wrapped in the childish delight of summer. The emptiness of your living room fighting against the garish light of movie-screen glee. I lay shivering in bare skin, goosebumps caressing thighs in promise. Your form rose and fell over me like unforgiving waves that threatened to defeat every bold oath i ever held in my youthful obstinacy. You were life, in totality. I, the succubus.
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psyche & psalm: November 2009
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An overcast monday morning and i struggled to get out of bed. the swirling comfort of the heater, of adam's breathing next to me, of sleep still pulling my eyelids back down into oblivion. there are times when you just have to stop, suspend responsibility and reflect on what makes life amazingly sweet. I have also had conversations with people who claim that they have lucid dreams, a form of dreaming where they are aware of dreaming and can control all aspects of the dream. this reaches into astral p...
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psyche & psalm: February 2010
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A wonderful story. that been done again and again. The last of the mohicans. Americans and their damn exoticism. THE INDIGENOUS NEVER WIN. The fairy tale is lovely. but its not true. I know we enjoy the story of david and goliath. but it hasn’t happened. Goliath has always been able to dominate and conquer and commit mass genocide…and come out looking all the better for it. Yeah, lately i have been referencing my home country a lot. Ok, so…puerto rico is a part of. Want to read more? Beauty has never sto...
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psyche & psalm: March 2014
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I have loved you. In a thousand lifetimes. Scattered in braided time. It was a perfect night, with the promise of fall still wrapped in the childish delight of summer. The emptiness of your living room fighting against the garish light of movie-screen glee. I lay shivering in bare skin, goosebumps caressing thighs in promise. Your form rose and fell over me like unforgiving waves that threatened to defeat every bold oath i ever held in my youthful obstinacy. You were life, in totality. I, the succubus.
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psyche & psalm: February 2014
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The glow from the television noiselessly fed the shadows; the shapes rose and fell along the walls, adding to the subdued, cave-like feel of the darkened room. Whether it was night or day, i couldnt tell. The windows were draped in black, blocking out all of life happening right outside of our cocoon, the perfect forcefield for lovers intent on obsession. We had spent most of it naked, limbs entwined. An endless cycle of sleep, eating, loving. I already loved you. You were my comfort, my calm. And that s...
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psyche & psalm: .calliope.
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You had the saddest eyes i had ever seen. And the easiest smile. The duality was such a compliment to your quick mind that it was the most natural thing in the world to form an infatuation; the idea of you was delicious in my mouth. You told me that you had this scene in your mind. Of us, baring our souls to one another, symbolized by a slow disrobing. I listened and trembled. I still didnt even know what it felt like to kiss you and seize oblivion. But it was this moment that you became love in my eyes.
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psyche & psalm: April 2013
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The very end of lucky and nikki. I wonder how you will imagine the story of us. How you'll piecemeal it all together. And how one dimensional you will make our characters. Knowing you as i know my own skin. I hear a backdrop. Of beatles, nina simone, self-pity, and regret. And see the grayscale your self-justified mind paints in. The costume i own. Seems eerily similar to the role i walked away from. But by all means. Give yourself all the reasons. Why i doomed our addictive love story. I knew very well.
