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meatsackk · 1 year
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Fuckin cunt
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meatsackk · 2 years
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No contact
I desire freedom
I want power
I want territory
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meatsackk · 2 years
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meatsackk · 2 years
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IG: ousíapoeticaok
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meatsackk · 2 years
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How does one have Free will if they do not understsnd whats going on?
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meatsackk · 2 years
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“why do i believe every soft word spoken to me? why do i think that i, of a hoard of souls, might be the one? who put this passion to be loved under my skin? who put this tormenting mechanism of wistful longing, of greedy yearning, of unrequited love, within?”
— tumblr  -  Helaena C Moon  /  instagram  -  helaena.c.moon
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meatsackk · 2 years
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we caught fire
( from a shaken out night
of the wool blanket
sent it to an angel afar
she has no wires lovely or
they have deeply drowned perhaps or
lost themselves in the high clouds
& she tends to show off her rings
we caught fire
( nearly lost in the infrared
the angel's 14 children watch
ˈnaɪæd
θəˈlæsə
dəˈspaɪnə
ˌɡæləˈtiːə
ləˈrɪsə
ˈhɪpəkæmp
ˈproʊtiəs
ˈtraɪtən
ˈnɪəriəd
ˌhæləˈmiːdiː
ˈseɪoʊ
ˌleɪəməˈdiːə
ˈsæməθiː
ˈniːsoʊ
in unison they say we are quiet
maybe we are like a heartbeat
we caught fire, & some of us kept it
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meatsackk · 2 years
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Yves Olade, The Miracle Mile
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meatsackk · 2 years
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What colors?
What,if like some lizards,
we could reflect our environment?
Change to blend within our groups.
Change to warn others of violence
or love.
Running up and down streets,
Blending like paint upon a backyard wall.
Straining not to truly be seen!
Is it really so hard to imagine?
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meatsackk · 2 years
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Unease
The gorgon’s head in my stomach,
all those snakes
still not dead
and I feel her rage
and their writhing
in my guts.
My heart on fire,
a torch to lead me
to the Underworld
where I visit lust,
murder, and the coldest cells
full of logical monsters.
Eyes project visions
to the harpy that nests
in the hole in my head,
she tries to tear apart
my reality and my fantasy
until I’m just hopeful bones.
I was told to sit
with all of this inside me,
to watch, to listen, to take notes.
At first, I am uncomfortable.
Now I move within hell
with invisible ease.
@genvieve-of-the-wood June 20, 2022
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meatsackk · 2 years
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Betrayed by all
But yet there is still beauty
But yet still i rise
Shake off stockholm
I will reign
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