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remembered

(what if we can't spare you?)
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how to catch fire; or if only i could ('you're so good to me honey...

...at night at night
at night' )

i tried to tell you that alice was going to have flowers but in my head all i could say was that she was about to catch fire.


they've started letting off fireworks. and the leaves were the same colour as i want to be (the slow burn and the sudden blaze )
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she was difficult and weird and brave and funny and brilliant and on stage and on fire by herself like girls still aren't supposed to be

makeafuckingwishquick lets get it alight ('i can't wait for the morning i gotta go NOW'))))))))

begin or die (and tomorrow and tomorrow...)

all this not starting has got to .stop.



'(when your head's exploding with ideas you have to find a reason. therefore scholarship and research are forms of schizophrenia. if reality's unbearable and you don't want to give up you have to understand the patterns...' ck


its my dissertation vs. chris kraus (i love dick)


+++++ + + this




.............. scurried through the ghetto streets, seeking in the myriad-colored shop windows the one hat and the one dress that would voice the desire of her innermost self. at last she espied a shining straw with cherries so red, so luscious, that they cried out to her, "Bite me!" that was the hat she bought. the magic of the cherries on her hat brought her back to the green fields and orchards of her native russia. yes a green dress was what she craved. and she picked out the greenest, crispest organdie .


. . .. ..from anya yezierska: hungry hearts and other stories . .