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Julietdiadem: February 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. Today i saw human angels. Kuch bhi kharcha chalega. Kisi ne uda diya isko. Bas aap theek kardo". Bleeding from the mouth. It was hit by a motorcyclist. I saw it eject shit and blood. I saw the breath. Surely some regular,. Going to meet his girlfriend,. Or delivering a diamond. On his boss' instruction. It must have been. Surely some regular,. Ordinarily hitting a stray kitten,. A stray piece of meat,. It must have been.
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Julietdiadem: August 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Wednesday, August 29, 2012. There is sick butter. Today I sat in my bell jar, and contemplated murders,. That cost the trespasser, his bi-polar. My body negotiated the. Turns into absurd fires. While i lay in silence,. Confused through mad nights. With clowns of all cities. And clowns of all clans. And clowns of all languages. And clowns from all lust-beds. Wanting to rip my eyelashes. I was a queen even then. I was a courtesan of windows. And i have ...
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Julietdiadem: July 2013
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Sunday, July 21, 2013. Holds flowers and tattoos. That were made to. Of a woman's body. Like any other man. I folded them,. As if your own threads. Neither are you sex. Nor a wild slash of the wrist. You are a quiet sweat. A way of silent. Each time we meet. I always did want to answer. With my tongue,. But then I was grieving. A mad widow takes no former lovers. On my wall to touch. I never told you. And will always be. The creature that is I.
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Smudged Lies: November 2009
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Monday, November 30, 2009. The Missing Exclaimation Marks. Somehow everything I own. Smells of you.And for the tinest. Moment its all not true. More than anything I want to see you go. You could be happy,I hope you are.". Whats your zodiac sign? Did I tell you I still think of of you,read you moves and predict the things you do.I still know,I still understand.I still believe in. You'll grow out of it baby.". I cant write anylonger. But I still can feel. And i dont care.
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Julietdiadem: March 2013
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Sunday, March 17, 2013. Always left the streets with poets. There was a dancer too. Never finds its way. That one over there with her five-timer smoke. Screaming break up and blood. To anyone who cares to fuck. There is a sad way of things. Deception in the breadth and lengths of history. A hospitality in our beds. As if we could. To the horror of unlove. Because this is what happens. When you hang words. Between you and space. And in the boy's pocket.
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Smudged Lies: February 2009
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. IM NOT GOING ANY WHERE! Ps-I love my lemon tree. Hope you could make some sense out of it now pallo! Im not going anywhere! Monday, February 23, 2009. I love you like the piggies love their mud! I doI do.I do. *ssrruppp*. Now I need a hug! Now I feel stupid. GO back to integration fool. :/. Sunday, February 22, 2009. The Girl that I almost Was. Every time I turn the lights on. Thinking I'm alone, my pale lemon. The girl that I almost was.
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Smudged Lies: The New Strangers
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Friday, February 18, 2011. I'm a junkie when it comes to love. And each time I wish to be torn apart and messed up. Miss you",you exhaled,. In between that drowsy voice and the silence following it. Sometime in between the sunrise and the darkness before it. Its me and you and this. Theres got to be another way to love you,because this one just isn't right. Sometimes we love just because we long for a story. Sometimes its a change. Sometimes its the awe. I realize its...
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Julietdiadem: October 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Wednesday, October 31, 2012. Too much history has been sewn into these. Lovers, abortions, murders, suicides,. Vomit, death, laughter, guns. I thought of being raped last night. Wanted it with a morbid fascination. That made me think something is not. I haven't understood rape. Just like that lucky bystander at the back. Who imagines life in parallel universes. I think i'm a bored. With deep deep tunnels of ennui in her. Makes me want to wash my hands.
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Julietdiadem: April 2012
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Video Killed The Blogstar. Video Killed The Blogstar. Sunday, April 22, 2012. Those Who Love Me Can Take The Train. Hanging like bus handles. All because we liked our Gods a little miserable? We have such delicate throats. That one can see through their narcotic belongingness. We cry blood oceans and artery murders to the voiceless night,. But all we hear is the universe resound with the neon galaxies of fat hearts. Our lifeness contracts like spun jellyfish. Over the bend of the world's elbow. Of almost...
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Smudged Lies: One Foot in the Grave.
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Buried in the silence of the answer. Tuesday, March 8, 2011. One Foot in the Grave. I've attended six funerals in a month. I've seen cousins lose their parents.I've seen disease engulf others.And others engulf themselves.Maybe we are at that age.Maybe we have reached that stage in life when the people that have mattered the most are busy decaying away. With the roots disowning us and the crown of branches betraying,I ask you if we are loving enough? Are we saying enough? Yes,I'm more terrified to love th...