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Mornin'

30.08.13

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Olha que coisa mais linda

29.08.13

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Dor de corno

29.08.13

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Less is more

28.08.13

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A falta que me faz não gostar de ganza...

27.08.13

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Misundertandings

27.08.13

Placebo // Too Many Friends (with Bret Easton Ellis) from Saman Kesh on Vimeo.

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Emma Törzs - "Watching Fireworks Alone"

27.08.13

In this country, we are sent home
with lice—we trade it back and forth
and learn to catch the bodies


in our nails, school nurses bent over us
as if in tenderness, for we cannot see
their faces, and they touch us


as would nuns, with clinical worship,
and we on the plastic pews
of our child-sized sterile chairs, our feet


swinging just above the floor, our invisible
ink on the shirts of our friends. We see our father
taking drops of St. John’s Wort, his tongue


a meat field in the fence of his bad teeth,
we find our mother writing letters to her sister:
these feelings, she writes, they won’t go away,


and until we asked, we never knew
they had it in them to be so unhappy.
Are we not enough? It’s a slow climb


to understanding, to the truth
that we aren’t blessings on this earth,
and likely we will break


much more than we can fix, and likely
love won’t save a mind
from swinging downward, a bird


dipping to the water for a fish
and plunging on, instead. So
there was something we liked


about having the bugs—nights
spent with our heads wrapped
in plastic bags, tea-tree oil and rosemary


darkening our hair, those rice-grain bodies
writhing in a small bowl
of hot water … A monkey instinct,


to crave the sift of careful fingers
across your scalp, knowing
you are being cleaned, and all you have


to do is let. Our parents: year by year,
we creep towards the unimaginable darkness
of being without them. We think of them


when a Catherine wheel spins
in the midnight above our front porch,
a starlike fire cycling around an empty center,


the cheering echo of a distant crowd …
We think, oh god:
I can speak only for myself.

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The Western Lands

27.08.13

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For All my Fellow Hikikomori

24.08.13

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Medicine

24.08.13

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