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>who you are is what you love, not what loves you. charlie kaufman’s adaptation

>he tells me of all the numbers two is his favorite. unassuming, even ‘it’s the first number.’ one stands alone. to wander among the irrationals and lose itself among the search for the first. why do i prefer sixty-seven and he, two? would be the last to fit inside three-and-a-half broken stems and dimpled skin … Continue reading →

>i wish that i could take the hot, steaming, hissing water flowing through my radiator and channel it straight into my glistening tea cup. the paper shall be completed very soon. very soon. it must…

>If you brought me diamonds, If you brought me pearls, If you brought me roses Like some other gents Might bring to other girls, It couldn’t please me more Than the gift I see; A pineapple for me. But there is no one… no one in all of Berlin who is more deserving. If I … Continue reading →

>where is she hiding behind the silent sirens keeping still, waiting