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Acne and Other Troubles of a 20-something: March 2010
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Acne and Other Troubles of a 20-something. Tuesday, March 23, 2010. For your nostrils only. It's better than George Clooney deciding to show up on my doorstep. It's better than the thought of him kissing me passionately. It's better than sex. That smell: It is intoxi-fucking-cating. It's crazy. I'm talking about Naphthalene balls. Moth balls, if you will. I'm addicted to them. Period. So addicted, that I stuff my nostrils with them and t. So good. SO GOOD. Oh! It got me thinking:. Friend 1: The hell?
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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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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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Acne and Other Troubles of a 20-something: Portrait of a Devastating Announcement
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Acne and Other Troubles of a 20-something. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Portrait of a Devastating Announcement. My closed eyelids did nothing to help and kept dragging me - by my hair - back to the nauseating thought. Noooooooo, please! A shudder flung them right open and for a few frantic moments I looked wildly around for anything to replace the chaos within. I saw that the big silver sun wasn't whole. He was a million glimmering mirrors instead. How? An almighty quiver on my lip. Blink. Wow, great, I was ...
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The maddening thought - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. Envy the hold you have on me. Perplexed, why I don't own you the same. Beyond the show of a perfect life, I worry. Will he choose another, is not what will slit and ache. Will she have that enviable hold on him? What if she does.
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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...
