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I am a vain, vegan, morbid and tattooed ghost of a man whose rivers of wine red blood swim inside a burning sacred heart.

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    • Billy Corgan
    • ToLoveSomebody
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    Billy Corgan - To Love Somebody

    There’s a light
    A certain kind of light
    That never shone on me
    I want my life to be
    Lived with you, lived with you
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    "I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."

    — Pablo Neruda
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    The Faint - Worked Up So Sexual
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    Sneaker Pimps - Loretta Young Silks

    Got answers for everyone - endless excuses
    Not habit for anyone cos im trying to break your click track heart
    Seen a vision of perfect grace - airbrushed and lifeless
    All contempt and aftertaste, it’s like im waiting for the scars to heal

    You’re so Loretta Young Silks - fasioning your self-escape
    You’re so Loretta Young Silks - trading on your superwaif
    All style befor content - using me as bait
    You’re so Loretta Young Silks - swapping your love for hate

    Soft-focus for full appeal - pictured as flawless
    No context for self-esteam - I’d be pushed to give you love on that
    As far as the eye can see - too much perfection
    Pure substance for wannabes - keeps you beating to a click track heart

    You’re so Loretta Young Silks - fashioning your self-escape
    You’re so Loretta Young Silks - trading on your superwaif
    All style befor content - using me as bait
    You’re so Loretta Young Silks - swapping your love for hate
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    "My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name."

    — Leonard Cohen
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    "The pyramids were built as pedestals that the souls of the truly alive and the truly in love could stand upon and bark at the moon. And I believe that our souls, yours and mine, will stand together atop the pyramids forever."

    — Tom Robbins, (Still Life With Woodpecker)
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    Yes, that IS a bullet in a dick shot glass. Don’t ask.

    Yes, that IS a bullet in a dick shot glass. Don’t ask.
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    "I look far, I forget you and I’m lost. I lift my hands to you. I kneel toward my heart. I have no other home. My love is here. I end the day in mercy that I wasted in despair. Bind me to you, I fall away. Bind me, ease of my heart, bind me to your love. Gentle things you return to me, and duties that are sweet. And you say, I am in this heart, I and my name are here. Everywhere the blades turn, in every thought the butchery, and it is raw where I wander; but you hide me in the shelter of your name, and you open the hardness to tears. The drifting is to you, and the swell of suffering breaks toward you. You draw me back to close my eyes, to bless your name in speechlessness. Blessed are you in the smallness of your whispering. Blessed are you who speaks to the unworthy."

    — Leonard Cohen “Book of Mercy”
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    "They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world and them and that the world was not only their oyster it was also their linguine with clam sauce. Not only were all things possible, but all things were theirs."

    — Hubert Selby Jr. (“Requiem for a Dream”)