Wednesday, December 12, 2012


Sometimes.... I can't sleep when he's not home.

“If love did not exist
I would be so goddamn sane
my poems would be billboards. 
Suburbia would be enough.
I would not have to gut myself
to find my spine
crushed into powder
and brushed on her cheekbones.”

Andrea Gibson 
Tela Habitada (1976) by Helena Almeida | @ Taxispalais Innsbruck, At. (2003)

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