'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
i compile a bloody aesthetic which sees me dreaming as though i were anaesthetised and i had become a china doll anyone grabbing me when the music lulled: and i study my wrists and wonder at the lines, my palms and curling thumbs which perpetrate -- i lick my wounds with a barbed tongue and smile with blood between my teeth.
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