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Sigrun Jakubaschke - Standpunkte, 1988

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hey river, where’s my forceship

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by  distasteful  tongue  do  the  hands  bleed  for  satisfaction.

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Why Female Cannibals Frighten and Fascinate / Saturn, Elly Smallwood, 2017

With women choosing the topic of cannibalism in the same moment (Agnieszka Smoczynska’s The Lure, Ana Lily Amirpour’s The Bad Batch, Julia Ducournau’s Raw—all in 2017), I think it’s absolutely mind-blowing. I think the fact that women want to tear up the skin is very interesting. I do believe that the skin is the recipient of the outside look. When someone looks at you from the outside, they’re going to look at your skin. It’s your envelope. I do think that somehow, symbolically, women want to get rid of that skin that has been sexualized, glamorized, and seen as something that is completely not relatable for women. They want to tear up that skin to be completely raw. (x)

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*      81210‌.

‘  oh  !  that’s unfortunate, but i understand. ’   cuuuuuute. it knows beyond the gray veil. wants to pry the clotted tension from her palms. needle it. lap at it. but– tongue curled, eyes dancing, it remains a sated(?) creature. flesh bags; of course, right now that’s all they are. walking bags, sloshing with dirty water and rinsed words and bleached mouths. and there’re other things on the checklist.  ‘  do you have something else for me, then?  ’  

THREADS:  MILKED AMUSEMENT. a guanyin statue cuts in half, spilling prayers all over PANDORA’s feet. PANDORA nibbles one of the curves. it claws back outside, and PANDORA laughs breathless. MOTHER cuts PANDORA in half. only one of them makes the cut into the tale sitting pretty atop flesh.

‘  something decorative. something you think would fit me.  ’  it leans forward curiosity fake hair smooth hair smooth eyes smooth mouth: i like what you show me. show me more.

     ❛      only  top  of  the  line.      ❜    she remains beside herself noticing that they still would like business with her.    though  ,  smile still remains on the off side she must do what she can to get the money she needs.    not for charity or to save for a special day  ,  but only to satisfy where it calls for.    she is not in a constant hunger that needs to become subsided every other day  ,  but sometimes she gets a  hankering.    

    julie takes a glance at the figure before them.    something about them alike.    something awry on this supposedly serene earth.    something that shouldn’t roam the concrete grounds.    stories speak of powers and immortality  ,  but julie can’t say for sure how long she will last here.    that doesn’t scare her.    that fright is for the feeble.    the quick tick of her eyes look them up and down to get some sort of feeling.    the pieces click.     ❛      why  i  have  this  modern  lounge  chair.    far  from  the  lazy  ,  close  to  the  bourgie.      ❜    hand gestures toward a dirty rose tinted chair.    close to the flesh.    sit in it for long and perhaps you may become it.     ❛      that  is  what  i  see  in  you.    you  come  from  somewhere  not  many  can  reach.      ❜

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well hello miss julie murakami

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https://www.instagram.com/p/BbOrXY2jvHO/

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julie murakami never gets caught, so if you ever consider that for a thread you are gonna be shut up immediately  !

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@hiredwand    :    starter  call.

    there is distaste in the air.    not because of the awry positioning of a chair  ,  but only because whenever she hears a man speak she can only imagine her husband.    they always seem to find a reason to  whine.    even if it isn’t about someone or something else.    there has always got to be something.    but if it’s business then she has to suck it up only for a moment.    bearing nails across a chalkboard.

     ❛      what  is  it  you’re  looking  for  ?      ❜    she asks with a slight annoyance vibrating in the back of her throat.     ❛      if  you’re  easy  with  it  ,  it  may  just  become  within  the  next  business  day.      ❜    an offer no one can possibly pass up.    an offer that can alleviate julie of being in his presence. 

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rizal rama by kevin syah

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@facetheft    :    starter  call.

    the many times julie has met with this girl  ,  they are always somewhere  outside.    some place like a diner or a coffee shop or some lone metal table set that they can find strewn about outside.    usually in the parks that surround the diners and coffee shops they visit.    nearly  ,  it becomes a  drawl  for her having to see the same places over and once over again.    it draws a question from her.

     ❛      do  you  have  a  home  ?      ❜    the question comes from less of a place of care  ,  but more from a selling stand point.    julie likes the girl and perhaps a little too much.    but the will to have her  re  -  imaged  as part of her work seems to be put off thus far.    there’s something about her that she would rather figure out first before anything.

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starter call? lol

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*      81210‌.

INSTRUCT:  A QUESTION.  multicolored pictures tease the curve of the woman’s nose when she turns under light; mystifying like the bat that vanishes into the closet one afternoon and is smothered with fresh detergent.  it sees the inhales, trembles, pristine and dustless. PANDORA sees child and objects child objects children. mirror to blood-suckers. PANDORA’s interest swirls around its fingers when they catch the edge of the left sleeve. SOFT VIOLIN. FADE TO BLACK TO SCENE. 

‘   something red. or, or… green. for the living room. ’  pasted on, paper-mached / burnt. it mimics the way ayane wears her sugar, kind of / flicks hat, honeyed and agreeable.  ‘  friend likes a bit of tackiness.  ’

    the sound of the other sounds rather practiced  ,  as if they had to rehearse all of their words before interacting with anyone.    nothing that will ever bother julie.    so  ,  they are here for business and even more intriguing  ,  in  the  business  of  a  friend.    that can only mean more exposure for her own little workplace.    there is a humanly excitement that fills her grin.    folded hands in front of her torso meant professionalism  ,  the unclasping meant the anticipation to fulfill the wishes of the other.

    until they mentioned the likes of their friend.    the taste of which they like their furniture to look.    even though julie can acknowledge that some designs are  meant  to be tacky  ,  it becomes an insult if that’s how hers is described.    the woman has anything but.    that huge grin remains with its pointed ends becoming daggers.     ❛      i  can  help  you  find  places  that  have  what  you’re  looking  for.    my  designs  do  not  fall  under  that  category.      ❜    hands fold back in front of her once again.

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@81210    :    starter  call.

     ❛      did  you  come  here  for  business  ?      ❜    sleek woman slithers in between handmade furniture set up in their own individual cubicles.    each set with their own little style to show that she can  conform  to the needs of her clients.    she is a woman who can do anything  !    jet black hair barely succeeds movement over her shoulders and remains out of her face so that it isn’t distracting to those who come into her little shop.

     ❛      or  just    ...    looking  around  ?      ❜

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starter call? lol

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Rinko Kikuchi as Akane // Westworld

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gonna be iconless for a while maybe forever because i dont have a set faceclaim because hollywood hates japanese actors/actresses and sources are rare for fcs i actually find ha