don't do it again.

how much can i express the wrongness? i cannot express the wrongness. of all the wrongness that i may or may not express this is the biggest wrongness. all other wrongnesses are not as wrong as this. at least none that i commit. of my wrongnesses this is the only one infiltrated against myself. it harms no one else directly. i know immediately of its wrongness.

what the fuck dude. what is this 1995? knock it the fuck off. NOW.

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"The one advantage of playing with fire, Lady Caroline, is that one never gets even singed. It is the people who don't even know how to play with it that get burned up."

-Mrs. Allonby, "A Woman of No Importance" Oscar Wilde

84 charing cross road

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W.B. Yeats

channel warning against mars

Darling Joy,

Please do be careful with the company you keep and to those you allow into your precious psychic center. You need not hand over your power, your frequency, or confer dominance to just anyone who comes along and tells you a pretty thing or two. You must guard yourself carefully. You do not need to give love to everyone. You do not need to stay in a place of openness. Man forfeited his right to free and open love when he put a price on it and began trading it as a commodity. Women for a very long time have been bought and sold as reproductive entities and keepers of home and hearth. This was Her realm and Her beauty but man sullied it by making what was once a sacred art, a transaction. You chose to remove yourself from that market economy some time ago. Do not fall back into the mire because of a few lofty words. Words are empty and do not bear the weight of direct action.

The world is overpopulated, you already have a child. You are living on your own and are in control of your body, your mind, and your destiny. Hold onto that dearly because it is all that you have. Even now women are second citizens, the subjects of men. You, dear one, are too precious of a soul to be subject to anyone. Do not sacrifice your emotional center for anyone.

A. Aquarian

this thing is rigged

duh, i knew that

i will not worship

false gods

no start to stop

Quickly regulate or react
This is not your requiem
This is not your other half

If she were to endure beyond
The realm of material
Matters
She would be a sparrow
A dragon

Your fruit fly jacket
Won’t capture Her
Care upon a whim

Take a road, take another
Take a road, take another

And the mettle of maybe
Hasn’t a say in these parts

And the mettle of maybe
Won’t be enough to start

She isn’t by night another
She is the one, your only wonder

No start to stop
No start to stop
No start to stop

Burn her mother

William Malfoy to a Courtesy Phone

I wear the dress you deny me in,
Black shrouded, empire waist.
Toxic intoxicated
A memory scent.
Taunted

and we are back to
Cat and mouse.
No, you are a rat
Holed up somewhere dark.

No love songs
Admitting
I prefer your company.

I throw darts,
Race for the sunset,
Melt wax and paint KahlOkeefe,
Dance myself threadbare.

I am not ready
To burn you
Or send you away like the others.

Though I could predict
The number of times more
You will deny me
Instead of opening
Door to door
Instead of breathing life into me.

It's a good thing
This dress fits,
I could wear it for years.

//FLIP IT