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Siken Richard

  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

    These, our bodies, possessed by light.

    Tell me we'll never get used to it.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me

    spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls

    right out of my mouth.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    but I want it back now, baby.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn.

    The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night

    is thinking. It's thinking of love.

    It's thinking of stabbing us to death

    and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.

    That's a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey kisses for everyone.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    History is a little man in a brown suit

    trying to define a room he is outside of.

    I know history. There are many names in history

    but none of them are ours.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    I stare at you like I'm looking through a window,

    counting birds.
  • Andreahas quoted2 years ago
    Or a horse,
    your favorite horse now raised up again out of the mud and galloping
    galloping always toward you
  • Andreahas quoted2 years ago
    Someone raises
    their glass for a toast. Is that the Hand of Judgment or the Hand of
    Mercy?
  • Andreahas quoted2 years ago
    This is how
    you make the meaning, you take two things and try to define the space
    between them.
  • Andreahas quoted2 years ago
    I’m thinking My plant, his chair,
    the ashtray that we bought together. I’m thinking This is where
    we live. When we were little we made houses out of
    cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It’s not because
    our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we
    struggle with.
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