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Boots n Blood
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ethel cain in white dress looking incredible
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liminalghosts · 13 days
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Sang Han
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ruth-hill · 7 months
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lynnstarrisdead · 3 months
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Out of my mind, currently.
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env0writes · 3 months
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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.5.24 “Revolution"
What’s the use of working, to eat with silvered spoon All week, all day? Barely even able to pay For food, for rent, for friends, for fun All the while struggling to profit someone Else Often – I wonder how evolved we have become Taking the joy of making art To a mechanized stolen heart How weary will I be when workday’s end Looking at letters, messages of love to send Elsewhere I drive past prairies, and watch films of travelers Never to wander in my own neighborhood Nowadays more like a strangerhood How long can these coals burn? When such little for this heat is there to earn Erstwhile Why should I bother with futures? I work all day, sleep all night Struggle to keep the heat and light Surrounded by books Figures and nicknacks in nooks Estimates Never will I own my life now The business bean counters will sell it as a service Depreciated down so as to not miss A single update Buggy, slogged, and late Else I will fizzle out as a sparkler, celebrating the freedom of this great nation
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mdwsp · 11 months
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East Bay
California, March 2014
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allamericanvampire · 5 months
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abandoned 1900s homestead | santa cruz, ca (2023)
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Valley Gothic
You are never too far from the mountains. You can seen them on the horizon as you drive, never look too long. They might see you, and they do not like to be watched.
The neighbors’ house lays dormant, the squatters left a while ago. But something is there. Just don’t stare too long at the windows, even if you see the boards move.
There are days where the smoke covers everything. The burning smell follows you to work, to school, to the store. There is no escaping the smog, no matter how far you run.
The rain never stays long. But when it does, savor it. The mud smears across your shoes, and you don’t clean it off. Even if it gets everywhere and the streets flood, never clean off the stains.
As you lay awake in your bed, you can hear the chugging of a train, and the whistle. There are no train tracks near your home, but one never is to far away.
The neighbors set off illegal fire works, it’s not anywhere close to the Fourth of July, but it’s now normal. Just don’t question why you haven’t seen your neighbors in what seems like years.
There are palm trees everywhere. Lined against the street, on lawns and in backyards. They aren’t supposed to be here. It’s wrong. 
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
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serpentarmor · 1 year
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Fucked my way to rock bottom
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thod0rakis · 1 month
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This woman do something to me ....
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seekdestr0y · 1 month
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lynnstarrisdead · 3 months
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I loved you how could you do this to me
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env0writes · 23 days
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Idle Steps 3.25.24 “Stormclouds"
Clouds used to mean “I love you” Floating by As lovers do With laze, amaze, and heart-beat rush They herald in the storm The strike the light A flash A fight They called for something more So west I chased Towards those gales Those tales that fill the manifest I sought, I thought The place of storm Instead I find the bedlam warm Where clouds don’t say, “I love you” They barely whisper too The fog is slow The storms don’t show How is this land from whence it blows? Where is my rolling thunder? Heart break and blunders Bus stop blues And meadowed melody cues Where is the flash in the pan The matchstrike desire Down the highway sidelined telephone wires When will a storm scream, “I love you” And faster than, light Me on fire
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cellar-spiders · 4 months
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