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Julietdiadem: February 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. Today i saw human angels. Kuch bhi kharcha chalega. Kisi ne uda diya isko. Bas aap theek kardo". Bleeding from the mouth. It was hit by a motorcyclist. I saw it eject shit and blood. I saw the breath. Surely some regular,. Going to meet his girlfriend,. Or delivering a diamond. On his boss' instruction. It must have been. Surely some regular,. Ordinarily hitting a stray kitten,. A stray piece of meat,. It must have been.
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Julietdiadem: August 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Wednesday, August 29, 2012. There is sick butter. Today I sat in my bell jar, and contemplated murders,. That cost the trespasser, his bi-polar. My body negotiated the. Turns into absurd fires. While i lay in silence,. Confused through mad nights. With clowns of all cities. And clowns of all clans. And clowns of all languages. And clowns from all lust-beds. Wanting to rip my eyelashes. I was a queen even then. I was a courtesan of windows. And i have ...
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Julietdiadem: July 2013
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Sunday, July 21, 2013. Holds flowers and tattoos. That were made to. Of a woman's body. Like any other man. I folded them,. As if your own threads. Neither are you sex. Nor a wild slash of the wrist. You are a quiet sweat. A way of silent. Each time we meet. I always did want to answer. With my tongue,. But then I was grieving. A mad widow takes no former lovers. On my wall to touch. I never told you. And will always be. The creature that is I.
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Julietdiadem: March 2013
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Sunday, March 17, 2013. Always left the streets with poets. There was a dancer too. Never finds its way. That one over there with her five-timer smoke. Screaming break up and blood. To anyone who cares to fuck. There is a sad way of things. Deception in the breadth and lengths of history. A hospitality in our beds. As if we could. To the horror of unlove. Because this is what happens. When you hang words. Between you and space. And in the boy's pocket.
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Julietdiadem: October 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Wednesday, October 31, 2012. Too much history has been sewn into these. Lovers, abortions, murders, suicides,. Vomit, death, laughter, guns. I thought of being raped last night. Wanted it with a morbid fascination. That made me think something is not. I haven't understood rape. Just like that lucky bystander at the back. Who imagines life in parallel universes. I think i'm a bored. With deep deep tunnels of ennui in her. Makes me want to wash my hands.
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Julietdiadem: April 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Sunday, April 22, 2012. Those Who Love Me Can Take The Train. Hanging like bus handles. All because we liked our Gods a little miserable? We have such delicate throats. That one can see through their narcotic belongingness. We cry blood oceans and artery murders to the voiceless night,. But all we hear is the universe resound with the neon galaxies of fat hearts. Our lifeness contracts like spun jellyfish. Over the bend of the world's elbow. Of almost...
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Julietdiadem: That Poem
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Friday, December 6, 2013. You see them warm. And scuttle like pins on a closure. Bobbing heads and knee-deeep doom. The fate of windmills tied to their arms. Like ciphers in the chest of navy seals. If i ever live my death. Dont bury my stars under the water of sorrow. That was found in my skirt. Written underneath my eyelids. Taking gasps of immortality in. The hells of God's gardens. This is beautiful . May 5, 2014 at 11:28 PM. The creature that is I.
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Julietdiadem: July 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Thursday, July 5, 2012. To Master With Regret. Tonight I write to you. The rains have formed fireworks on the roof. Loom in the windows. I am a textbook page,. Imprinted upon your slender body. Your mouth hung open then. You were lying broken,. From all the lying. You whispered secrets,. You wanted to forget. How can you live with yourself master? Do you know that I have been hunting? Hunting for you across these mountains? I have become you. You sign...
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Julietdiadem: Sammy Said, "Go Little Girl, Hide"
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Tuesday, December 10, 2013. Sammy Said, "Go Little Girl, Hide". Starting with corners that fate keeps. Faxes and hollow calves that wade deep. In my own home there works the fist. Under my own bed there is the beast. That swirls like the dust on apolitical things. That burns like rust off political beings. Working your day math and day dream. Open your kitchens and fairness face creams. My hands will know the window screens. The creature that is I.