@b0nelessivar@buggirl Yes, Coco Chanel was also one of them.
Her lover was a high ranking Nazi and it is very likely that she was a spy as well.
https://t.co/HecicSidEU
Their wine-stained fingers
hold forth a wafer of inspiration-
and I eat of its mysteries.
Sketch an expression
of an impression,
agony and ecstacy,
purge the muse of doubt,
who sings for the god of fear.
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Ice pick fangs
Snipping down my spine
Bleating alarm of
Heavy equipment,
Caterpillar yellow.
My world is and it is
Not a millennial smudge
Across my glasses.
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NO MORE TED BUNDY FILMS. I AM BEGGING. NO ONE NEEDS THIS MANY TED BUNDY FILMS. hollywood has really crossed the line into sensationalizing this fucking loser. rewarding him with a legacy for murdering 30 innocent women. shut the fuck up already.
It is heavier than expected
absence
the weight of a monologue
the rain's accent thick with loss
the days have no name
my longshadow
left to hunt in a stone age
salvaging you in art
hands smeared by sensual graffiti
on walls I cannot move
except in my dreams.
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Spiders weaving, on brown legged spindles,
Mourning widows, their silk strung beds,
Abandoned webs now ragged stalks,
Blown away by the touch of a god.
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The slender bark of orchard skin,
peeling an apple of porcelain,
and the spider at its core
hysterically spinning
threadbare funerals.
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Allow me to address the elephant in the Cuomo room: Two of Trump’s friends are vying to become Governor of New York so they can pardon him and his spawn.
Corruption drips into the water.
Bruised masses raging, hungry teeth snapping at a golden arch dream.
Grief settles in the cracks of every sidewalk, sticky as gum.
Dark as a war, grow new American children.
A canticle for freedom never really ends.
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A canticle for the universe begins, slow as a year, thin as a minute, refuses to be ignorant.
Destitute eyes scale affluent houses, Measure silver spoon cliffs of pride.
A canticle for equality begins, cramped and pleading in shadows.
Loss has surrounded me since I was a frowning child. Always aware of life's transience, its fleeting spring. Death took my young heart. Don't be scared, no one ever said it was fair. No on ever said, love yourself more, take what you can and go.
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