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I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act. We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.”- In the yellow time of pollenLuke Davies
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Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.Luke Davies
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Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.Luke Davies
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When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't...Luke Davies
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I can no longer cry. I groan a few times. Through the slits that are my eyes, I stare at my shoes, at the gray swirls of the concrete floor, at the bright orange lid of my syringe. And I realize–it’s a kind of horror–that this is my life. And I can’t stop. I just can’t stop. I can’t stop anymore.Luke Davies