Sep
1
“Why do you weep. Did you think I was immortal?”
last words of Louis XIV
little bourgeois
She wears a crucifix and believes the moon can turn a yellow cloud into the outline of a fist- the city is full of the dead, the dying, and the bored. She tells me sunset is the wrong side of the tracks- I tell her I want to be baptized, buried, and forgotten by the end of this lost weekend.
Aug
27
“We gave a party for the gods and all the gods came.”
John Giorno (via neverneverland)
Aug
23
Wonderful type trick.
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