No I can't with this poem😭💔

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now
There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through

You stand at the blackboard daddy
In the picture I have of you
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that
no not any less the black man
who bit my pretty red heart in two
I was ten when they buried you
At twenty I tried to die
and get back back back to you
I thought even the bones would do
but they pulled me out of the sack
And they stuck me together with glue
and then I knew what to do
I made a model of you
A man in black
with a Meinkampf look.

برای سیلویا ritual گرفتیم نصف شبی🕯

Girls night

خیلی مراقب خودتون باشین دوستان

"Its just politics, what does it have to do with us?"

نقاشیش رو دوستم کشید شعرش رو من نوشتم. اگه الان وضعیت اینجوری نبود با ذوق بهتون توضیح می‌دادم که چرا حافظ چراغ رو بهتر از شمع دونسته؛ ولی دیگه حس هیچی نیست. فقط گفتم نشونتون بدم.🥲

به حماقت و قساوت بشری ایمان داشته باشید، پشیمان نخواهید شد.



درباره‌ی سلین
فیلیپ جیان/ محمود گودرزی

It all seems so unreal and far-fetched.
It's as if we're trapped in a terrible nightmare and we can't seem to wake up.

We'll meet again
don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day