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Mie Hansson
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Frank Figarus: "A Decade Of Nothing"
What the hell happened?
I’m twenty-eight and two days now. It’s been a decade since I left home and set out to conquer the world. What does that even mean? Conquering the world? And how can an eighteen year old even comprehend that idea? Maybe for too long, my delusions have been so grand that this illusionary-explosion was inevitable. And maybe I had to go through it. Because in the end, I got to Read more of this blog post »
I’m twenty-eight and two days now. It’s been a decade since I left home and set out to conquer the world. What does that even mean? Conquering the world? And how can an eighteen year old even comprehend that idea? Maybe for too long, my delusions have been so grand that this illusionary-explosion was inevitable. And maybe I had to go through it. Because in the end, I got to Read more of this blog post »
“Do not judge a woman on her knees: you never know how tall she is when she stands.”
― Where Pain Thrives
― Where Pain Thrives
“Do not judge a woman on her knees_
you never know how tall she is when she stands!”
― Where Pain Thrives
you never know how tall she is when she stands!”
― Where Pain Thrives
“I am the interpretation of the prophet
I am the artist in the coffin
I am the brave flag stained with blood
I am the wounds overcome
I am the dream refusing to sleep
I am the bare-breasted voice of liberty
I am the comic the insult and the laugh
I am the right the middle and the left
I am the poached eggs in the sky
I am the Parisian streets at night
I am the dance that swings till dawn
I am the grass on the greener lawn
I am the respectful neighbour and the graceful man
I am the encouraging smile and the helping hand
I am the straight back and the lifted chin
I am the tender heart and the will to win
I am the rainbow in rain
I am the human who won’t die in vain
I am Athena of Greek mythology
I am the religion that praises equality
I am the woman of stealth and affection
I am the man of value and compassion
I am the wild horse ploughing through
I am the shoulder to lean onto
I am the Muslim the Jew and the Christian
I am the Dane the French and the Palestinian
I am the straight the square and the round
I am the white the black and the brown
I am the free speech and the free press
I am the freedom to express
I will die for my right to be all the above here mentioned
And should threat encounter I’ll pull my pencil”
― Where Pain Thrives
I am the artist in the coffin
I am the brave flag stained with blood
I am the wounds overcome
I am the dream refusing to sleep
I am the bare-breasted voice of liberty
I am the comic the insult and the laugh
I am the right the middle and the left
I am the poached eggs in the sky
I am the Parisian streets at night
I am the dance that swings till dawn
I am the grass on the greener lawn
I am the respectful neighbour and the graceful man
I am the encouraging smile and the helping hand
I am the straight back and the lifted chin
I am the tender heart and the will to win
I am the rainbow in rain
I am the human who won’t die in vain
I am Athena of Greek mythology
I am the religion that praises equality
I am the woman of stealth and affection
I am the man of value and compassion
I am the wild horse ploughing through
I am the shoulder to lean onto
I am the Muslim the Jew and the Christian
I am the Dane the French and the Palestinian
I am the straight the square and the round
I am the white the black and the brown
I am the free speech and the free press
I am the freedom to express
I will die for my right to be all the above here mentioned
And should threat encounter I’ll pull my pencil”
― Where Pain Thrives
“no one tells you rome is ending until you're the last one standing alone in a coliseum where a city had been.”
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
“i remember el salvador, /n it’s horse shit, like i tell you.
i stopped chasing the messiahs /n madonnas - wised up,
set myself straight.
i’ve laid em /n balled em in every half-way house south of biloxi,
every 10 cent bed west of tulsa, fucked /n slobbered myself stupid on swingsets, greyhounds
/n gas station floors the world over.
i’ve split em in half
from head to ass
in elevator shafts, plus-size fitting rooms,
in the lobbies of sheraton inns
/n kfc parking lots - fucked em everywhere
every way that i could.
someone else can fuck em now.
i’m done w/ el salvador.
i know her militias
her perfume, munitions,
her missing hubcaps /n posters of paris.
i know her goyas, her barricades,
her paintboxes
/n bookshelves
of baudelaire,
her banners, her bullshit /n paris can keep her.”
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
i stopped chasing the messiahs /n madonnas - wised up,
set myself straight.
i’ve laid em /n balled em in every half-way house south of biloxi,
every 10 cent bed west of tulsa, fucked /n slobbered myself stupid on swingsets, greyhounds
/n gas station floors the world over.
i’ve split em in half
from head to ass
in elevator shafts, plus-size fitting rooms,
in the lobbies of sheraton inns
/n kfc parking lots - fucked em everywhere
every way that i could.
someone else can fuck em now.
i’m done w/ el salvador.
i know her militias
her perfume, munitions,
her missing hubcaps /n posters of paris.
i know her goyas, her barricades,
her paintboxes
/n bookshelves
of baudelaire,
her banners, her bullshit /n paris can keep her.”
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
“i asked him why he carried a flask.
"because the bottle pours too fucking slow”
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
"because the bottle pours too fucking slow”
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
“variations on a
theme by christ:
your mouth
is an engine of genius.
it opens w/ snakeskins
of candy
/n bach.
your lip-balm pages
your crybaby bridges
/n the part of it that wants
goes to pieces
every time.”
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
theme by christ:
your mouth
is an engine of genius.
it opens w/ snakeskins
of candy
/n bach.
your lip-balm pages
your crybaby bridges
/n the part of it that wants
goes to pieces
every time.”
― 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
“What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.”
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