❝ How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger? ❞
—Virginia Woolf.
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i. Family Tree. Ethel Cain. ❝ I'm just a child, but I'm not above violence. My mama raised me better than that. When the preacher talks, that man demands his silence. And Daddy said shoot first, then run and don't look back. ❞
ii. the fruits. Paris Paloma. ❝ "Angel," he calls me. Does he know that I'm falling from a precipice that I tripped off long ago? "You're so pure," he says. Does he know, I'm forsaken? The original sinner, but soon you'll know. ❞
iii. You're Somebody Else. flora cash. ❝ Well, you look like yourself, but your somebody else, only it ain't on the surface. ❞
iv. The Perfect Girl. Mareux. ❝ You're such a strange girl, I think you come from another world. You're such a strange girl, I really don't understand a word. ❞
v. labour. Paris Paloma. ❝ Who fetches the water, from the rocky mountain spring, and walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting. And I'm getting fucking tired. ❞
vi. In My Solitude. Billie Holiday. ❝ In my solitude, you haunt me with reveries of days gone by. ❞
vii. rats in my walls. ratbag. ❝ There's lot of thoughts in my head, so I'll just keep putting them to bed. Can I get outta here? Oh, I'll go anywhere. ❞
viii. No Surprises. Radiohead. ❝ You look so tired, unhappy. Bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide, and no alarms and no surprises. ❞
ix. It's Called: Freefall. Paris Paloma. ❝ Fuck this, let gravity win, like you could leave it all behind, even the devil needs time alone sometimes. ❞
x. Romantic. Mannequin Pussy. ❝ Everyone here looks just like everyone else. I'm in hell. ❞
Memento Mori [ meˈmɛn̪t̪o ˈmɔːri ] • Latin
(phr.) (lit.) "remember you must die"; an emblematic object or personal ornament, such as a skull, used as a reminder of one's mortality.
❝ "Devil," he calls me, but seems to be enjoying the fruits of my labour that came to me too young. ❞