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cw: guns, murder OK first things first I’ll eat your brains then I’ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs cause that’s what a motherfucking monster do – Nicki Minaj -x- It’s hiding in the dark Its teeth are razor sharp … Continue reading
“Rules 5-10: You write them. Choose your preferences. Perhaps you hate the ocean. Perhaps you wear a crucifix inside your transparent blouse. Perhaps you are a U.S. citizen on a sort of holiday. Perhaps you have a destination, such … Continue reading
I’ve realized that this relates to a piece that I read at Anthology that is still in my head. So if you’re interested in reading that, it’s here.
a new window might help
Laloo, The other “I” in your book, the “I” who is not you, Laloo, seems to have already created her own definitions for monsters and cyborgs that exist separately from society’s collective understanding of the concepts. She writes that monsters hallucinate … Continue reading
Who is “I” & who is Laloo? parasitical relationship? What is real & fake? real blood, fake blood p. 6 I am writing this in a fluorescent kitchen, I mean foyer. 25 This Is A Real Body p. 27 “The day … Continue reading
And like a dead shadow we kept descending between the thick walls of the sea Y como una sombra muerta seguíamos bajando entre los murallones del mar from Zurita’s El País de Tablas (The Country of Planks trans. … Continue reading