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I don’t like looking in the mirror, because every time I do, I just see someone who wants to kill me

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They say that it’s not easy

They tell you that it’s hard

They say that it’s impossible to mend a broken heart

A lead role in a tragedy, pretending that it’s art

It’s hard to find the finish when you don’t know where to start.

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He built a wall around himself;

Then he fell through the hole it made in his soul.

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Don’t go down there; that’s where the voices are.

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Well, I used to wake and run with the moon

I lived like a rake and a young man

I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds

My laughter the devil would frighten

The sun she would come and beat me back down

But every cruel day had it's nightfall

I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars

Full of fire and forgetful

Well, my body was sharp, the dark air clean

And outrage my joyful companion

Whisperin' women how sweet did they seem

Kneelin' for me to command them

And time was like water but I was the sea

I wouldn't noticed it passin'

Except for the turnin' of night into day

And the turnin' of day into cursin'

Well, you look at me now, don't think I don't know

What all your eyes are a-sayin'

Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies

They're just tricks that his brains been a playin'?

A lover of women he can't hardly stand

He trembles, he's bent, he's broken

I've fallen, it's true but I say to you

Hold your tongues until after I've spoken

I was takin' my pride in the pleasures I'd known

I laughed and said I'll be forgiven

But my laughter turned 'round eyes blazing and said

My friend, we're holdin' a wedding

I buried my face but it spoke once again

The night to the day we're a bindin'

And now the dark air is like fire on my skin

And even the moonlight is blinding

Now the dark air is like fire on my skin

And even the moonlight is blinding

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Scott Dow (American, based Corry, PA, USA) - Tower Of Souls, 2020, Sculpture: Wood, Log

[ghost-of-a-murdered-man]

Just had some woman tell me that men like me are the reason women choose the bear…

Oh, honey… given how you clapped on about feminism is pseudoscience while equating homosexuality with pedophilia, women like you are the reason I’d rather be the bear.

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I gave myself to you.

And we were happy.

Then came the day you decided

You didn’t want me anymore.

So you gave me back myself

Chopped up in pieces;

Stuffed back into what I was wearing.

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Every night I speak my pain into the darkness.

It must understand me because it doesn’t interrupt me or tell me it’s all my fault.

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My world feels so small and broken; but it fits me because I feel the same way.

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Homo Algus

by Sophie Prestigiacomo

These swamp creatures are sculptures created by the French sculptor Sophie Prestigiacomo. They can be seen at the Nature of Séné in the Gulf of Morbihan (France).

The figures are modeled with mud and seaweed, with the algae drying within the elements. The colors, textures, and “skin” of the creatures change over time, along with the organic landscape they inhabit. The sculptures offer a chance for onlookers to not only visit the site, but also engage in dialogue about biodiversity and our relationship to these lands.

[ghost-of-a-murdered-man]

I gave myself to you.

And we were happy.

Then came the day you decided

You didn’t want me anymore.

So you gave me back myself

Chopped up in pieces;

Stuffed back into what I was wearing.