(re)move us, we are falling in parts; (re)use us, we are moving fast; (re)pair us, we split hearts.
Astrocity!'s Blog
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Dear A.
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Blush
Current mood:
mellowBlush > siren's lullaby
They say that grass is green
and lips are red,
and that their colours fade
when they are dead.
That every tear you shed
is made of salt and water.
And they say no other
truth is true. Believe me,
nothing's ever as it seems,
this world is just a twisted dream.
Forget all things you've ever read.
Colours do not fade when they are dead.
Forget all things you've ever known.
Look at me: a star that glows,
belladonna in my eyes,
a sparkling jewel in the night
– as I wait to hold you tight.
Think of all my kisses blue,
purple blossoms all over you,
fields of poppies, roses pink
beneath the clouds, drenched in ink,
with which I'm writing on my skin
tongue shaped poems, drops on my chin,
past my neck, my heart, my breasts.
Look at me, for you I'm dressed
in blood red smiles and coal black hairs,
look at me if still you're there.
(Look at me if you still dare.)
Come to me as once you did,
give me once again your lips.
Take away my pearls, my tears
before they tear apart my heart.
I remember your first glance
when I took away my hands
to let you see me. And you did.
The blush was burning like a rose.
Come to me, I shall be yours
– Climb the highest tree,
stretch your arms and reach for me.
I'll carry you into the sky
and there I shall become your bride
(only this one and fatal night).
But if you choose not to come, I'll die each time you don't
and every single time I die I'll lose a memory of you
and every single memory I lose will take another breath away from you . -
speeksel-ejaculaties
Current mood:
ecstaticHet mysterie van mijn speeksel-ejaculaties eindelijk opgelost! They call it gleeking!
What is gleeking?
It is when you can spray a stream of liquid from underneath your tongue. Sometimes, you may have done it by accident while eating a sour candy — liquid does a quick spray from underneath your tongue. But I can do it on command. And the stream goes as high as 4 feet over my head, as far as 10 feet. How do you do it?
1. Eat a sour candy.
2. When finished or while eating it, chew on the edge of your tongue. You'll get that tingly feeling in your jaw or under your tongue.
3. Bend the tip of your tongue backwards and below your top row of teeth.
4. Use your tongue muscle to push from underneath your tongue.
5. Walla!
Keep in mind — people may think you're gross or spitting at them. This is totally untrue. In fact, you are spraying CLEAR SALIVA. Spit is saliva mixed with throat juice. But gleek is simply pure, perfect saliva. If you ever find yourself without a way to wash your hands, well, just gleek into them and you're home free.
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On the shore
Where does your responsibility begin here? Wiping away the nebula from your sight, you struggle to find where you really are. You're trying to find the direction of the flow, struggling to hold on the axis of time. But you can't locate the borderline separating dream and reality. Or even the boundary between what's real and what's possible. All you're sure of is that you are in a delicate position. Delicate – and dangerous. You're pulled along, a part of it, unable to pin down the principles of prophecy, or of logic. Like when a river overflows, washing over a town, all road signs have sunk beneath the waves. And all you can see are the anonymous roofs of the sunken houses.
Kafka on the shore. Haruki Murakami. P. 367-368. English translation. Vintage. 2005.
ZOEN,
A.