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[— @graveair]

My book, Auguries of Hunger, a collection of vignettes from the end of the world, is available now everywhere through @ocaphpress

Buy here: https://t.co/OMDzCPW4Xx

[— @graveair]

Today I lost my first dog, Dilo, a rescue, ran over by a car, or beaten by men, it doesn't matter, I have no concept of coping other than filming his last moments, the burial, his body, the camera is shaky because I was crying through it all, I am sorry you died in pain, friend.

[— @graveair]

The outcome of Insomnia
https://t.co/cQI4whCsVY

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For the last couple of days I went through some books of Heidar Heidar, the great, if not greatest Syrian Novelist who died in exile in 2023 and translated 50 of his quotes. He was never appreciated in the Arab world or translated to any other languages.

https://t.co/UymFEXXkw3

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@poetification https://t.co/SkEBAChvRm

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A preview of this week's Salò Symposium film
Reveries of Homma, Vallejo, and Cheung
https://t.co/p8KBVQFicd

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Night was spent surveying the bodies of pedestrians for erotic potential. A younger woman, slightly rousing from her slumber, scratches her crotch as she yawns. Another woman speaks on the phone, interrupting her conversation with smiles that eclipse the melancholy commute.

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Woke up from a vivid dream in which I was speaking with Liliana Cavani, feeling concerned about her being alone in her old age… I remind myself that a woman of her status is never truly alone; her solitude is filled with reflections of herself

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Ma lettre à la demoiselle du métro en jupe — Je suis témoin de ta tempête pubienne

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https://t.co/ZYNwUuoHUt

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Yesterday would’ve been the perfect day to die, today is the perfect day to walk the canal

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Had a dream I made a list of twelve saints whom I considered mine— emanations of me, saints who walked me through metamorphosis, saints I wanted to become. I’ve forgotten their names

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@soitgarde @keywestpres Tweeted that in a state of psychosis, having been misdiagnosed with a brain-eating amoeba when I had syphilis. I was prescribed antibiotics and began hallucinating. Don’t appreciate the blatant ableism directed at a moment of vulnerability, and I demand Keywest issue an apology

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@MerduMonde Come to Guatemala and we’ll change that

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In the northern Peruvian Andes, the cordillera rises to an altitude of ten thousand feet over a span of approximately three hundred miles. In the heart of Santiago de Chuco, within the Department of La Libertad, that is where I post.

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@MerduMonde Estoy aprendiendo lentamente al traducir a Vallejo

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@MerduMonde A vision, or a premonition rather

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Inaugurating indistinct erotic arrangements onto the elm tree, flirting with its verdant canopies

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@alburtuqaly @soitgarde Many have heard of neurogenesis, but few have attempted ontogenesis—completely resetting the olfactory sanctum, so each scent unfolds as if encountered for the first time, alchemically transforming even the most mundane scents into neurosensory ambrosia

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Waking up in the morning and visiting Guatemalan bamboo; admiring their svelte stalks and lance-shaped leaves, revering their nodes and internodes, savoring their rhythmic patterns