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Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me. -  RICHARD SIKEN, “BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD”

Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

ok not this picture at all but like someone like mom or my friend using an iron or something like sewing might be neat

I am obsessive. / I am blood and blood and replay. — Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea,” published in OCCULUM

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