snow and ashes

o we meet again
after several years
several years of separation
moving on
moving around

Did we spend this time chasing the other’s tail?
Singing
Ohohohoh, I could never belong to you

I WANT YOU TO NOTICE WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.

Creep, Radiohead

I would say that I’m a feminist theorist before I’m a queer theorist or a gay and lesbian theorist.

But now I’ve found the velvet sun
That shines on me and you

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

M.

There are never enough I Love Yous.

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snowy august stories by jahne walerianczyk

On impact the chocloate ladybirds went flying.

It was a shame;they were expensive ones, the ones that you buy for your loved ones, but usually never for yourself. Minako bought them along to her white-black polka dots skirt, creamy filling alongside with her stockings, strawberry filled like the red neon of shinjuku patchinko, pineapple one connected to sun on the tokyo skies. She was supposed to meet Nana, travelling from Niigata to Tokyo, meeting point at Shinjuku Koen, when you really fall in love with greenery  in 5 seconds. She was holding the precious box with choco ladybrids, happy to look so cool and vintage. Minako was reading the map, and when she suddenly stopped reading, just felt the big impact from nowhere, maybe from the rigth, and blinded with the light all over, she pulled away the box with red wine ribbon, and the ladybirds went flying.

what a waste, only the driver survived.

Handgun, knife, axe,   
weapons of any kind are lying there, anywhere.
You can take any of them.
Pick up any of them.

MONSTROUS LANSCAPE, poem by Mitsuharu Kaneko, , one of the most prominent poets of twentieth-century Japan, who is unique in many different ways.

This Is for the White In Your Eyes‎.

Mateusz.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.

Tokyo, summer 2009