The Phantom Pain Of Someone I Never Knew Haunts Me

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No present, no past, no future. Desperate rabid ravenous numb twisted visceral desire to transcend my body. To become something more perfect; a transformer, omnipresent all-knowing, crucified and gracefully-bearing creature of Mother Nature. Beyond darkness, deeper than human consciousness, stronger than love and more dangerous than survival.

Morgan Harper Nichols’ ‘Let July be July’

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Strong Man. Dark man. Dumb man. My man. Like dry skin flakes, like wet saliva and mucus satiates hunger, like the nape of your neck has the rawest curls of hair. Like eyes that flash maliciously, like lips that curl with intrigue, like eyebrows raised in disgust. Like my beating heart pounds at my temples, like my aching shoulders grab my neck, like my fingers pulse with lust. Like this electric meat machine.

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Pygmalion and Galatea (1763) by Étienne Maurice Falconet Paul and Virginia (1844) by Alessandro Puttinati Worship of the Female Form (early 20th century) by Alméry Lobel-Riche Kneeling man embracing a standing woman (1908) by Gustav Vigeland In Paradise (1918) by Max Svabinsky Thief of the Moon (1924) by Norman Lindsay

Listening to classical music while trying to get through a classic is a life hack btw.

Jessie Arms Botke (American, 1883–1971) - White Peacock