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“...as we rise from the organic and sink
back ignominiously into the organic, it
is a glory and a privilege to love what
death doesn't touch.”

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that unwanted animal, the amazing devil.

  • oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours / and our screaming joins in unison, i cry out to the lord / 'cause if we join our hands in prayer enough / to god, i imagine it all starts to sound like applause.

america, sufjan stevens.

  • i have worshiped, i have cried / i have put my hands in the wounds on your side / i have tasted of your blood / i have choked on the waters, i abated the flood / i am broken, i am beat / but i will find my way like a judas in heat.

punish, ethel cain.

  • whatever's wrong with me / i will take to bed / i give in so easy / nature chews on me (...) in the morning i will mar myself again / he was a natural plauché, saying: you won't forget this / shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy / only god knows, only god would believe / that i was an angel, but they made me leave

blood moon, saint sister.

  • so, our rotting floor /i am sure you craved me once before /when i think of all the fruit i've found /and how easily you left it on the ground.

the ghost of you, my chemical romance.

  • at the end of the world or the last thing i see / you are never coming home, never coming home / could i? should i? /and all the things that you never ever told me / and all the smiles that are ever going to haunt me.
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