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egar-allen-hoe · 9 months
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Injustice and hatred are eating from the inside.
How long do I have to chase after a fake illusion known as "peace”
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egar-allen-hoe · 9 months
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Goodnight to this weird ass genre of lighting i see constantly in vampire movies i love you
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egar-allen-hoe · 11 months
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Blows my mind to see people saying shit like “Well, maybe Iggy Pop should try wearing a shirt!” or  “Maybe Robert Smith’s too old for wearing lipstick!”  Maybe you should stop expecting the nonconformist heroes of your youth to suddenly turn Normal just because that’s what you did because you felt like you had to and now you’re second-guessing your life and your choices.  Maybe you should try that.
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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Happy Easter
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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FFO Art - Come on, little lady, give us a smile…
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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yum!
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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Spectral Venom
For a long time I have thought love and lusting to be poisons, they leeched through every ounce of me.
Agonising.
In your lips and claws I have found venom, the very same. Crawling though every strand of my being. It reaches across me like a burning tide.
However I find that for now, and I pray for eternity that the paralytic anguish of your hold bares the rich ecstasy I have never found in another.
I feel uttered incomprehensible to the world. It is a sea of empty husks and alien faces. I find the abundance of humankind reproachable.
Bothersome.
But in your company I have found another bleeding spirit. I hope that now and forever I can call you my infernal match, a grim spectre to haunt the world with me.
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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start here, caitlyn siehl // untitled, fortesa latifi // rien ne va plus, margarita karapanau (trans. karen emmerich) // black iris, leah raeder // the thorn merchant, yusuf komunyakaa // monster movie, nicola maye goldberg // a key to common lethal fungi, marge piercy // give me a god i can relate to, blythe baird // crimson peak, dir. guillermo del torro (2014) // the house of hades, rick riordan.
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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From Caroline Grand-Clement's chapbook, Abecedarium of Blood, available from Bottlecap Press!
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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Perversion
Death is a stunner.
Beautiful woman in a tight white dress.
She is the object of every lustful longing I have never felt for life.
Every fibre of my being aches to feel her warm hands around my throat.
That she might pour ice cold release into each vein and vessel.
Sealed in a velvet kiss.
I was in love with the way you made me feel.
But never you, and for that I am sorry.
To have loved you not as a lover but as a bottle,
In your lips found bourbon and bitters,
But for a long time now I've been hung over.
And you have been dregs, running dry.
want so desperately to be euthanised. To be punished for my paraphilic lust for death.
I have been spiteful and careless.
And yet still I find it impossible to feel true remorse.
I hate you all.
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, from “Carmilla”
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egar-allen-hoe · 1 year
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And this urge to run away from what I love is a sort of sadism I no longer pretend to understand.
- Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Stanley Pennell
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