𝖡𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖺™.

we sat in the confessional, i was the woman, who took the role of the priest, and i heard "blessing myself, for he has sinned." if i held two souls, you played keys of three organs, judge, jury & defendant. at the end, i spoke,

"Goddess, the mother of mercies, through the death and the resurrection of herself has reconciled the world to herself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the damnation of sinners; through the ministry of the woods may you give yourself pardon and peace, and I absolve you from his sins in the name of the mother, and of the daughter, and of the Holy Spirit."

she touched the roots replacing her ribs, and closed with "amen." we went out through the gate for the river afterwards, kicking back palms of water, making crosses on our chests, and damning the boy who lived. many hypocrisies were heard from then on, no matter, for Church Zero has been built across the woods, self-righteous whispers in midnights, shaking the trees; "bless myself for they have sinned." my deformed face lives in the woods, on a crucifix covered with stains of tomatoes & a crown of radio wires, of course i'd rather water brunettopia.

the wind rises black turns blue my skin is resting atop the roof above i'm going to bed to the other world with sounds of sunrise's strings, equipped for the mirror world, in due time i will kill every remaining ghost, such shall be the destiny of vestigial friends, phantom affections, & artificial limbs. "i" is mine, again. feed my liver to children? feed my flesh to flowers? nevermind what i do with the gathered carcass. let us burn out, apart & forever away, we will fuck with eachother to spot the differences nevermore.

congratulations, good luck, goodnight and goodbye.

congrats.

That's right keep thinking up silly shit to distract yourself for a while

میگم نکنه وقتی مسلمونا میگن ربنا در اصل منظورشون «رب گوجه‌ی ما» بوده و دعا میکردن زیاد بشه و ما داریم خودمون رو از مقادیر بیشتر رب گوجه به نسبت نیاکانمون محروم میکنیم؟

بابام یه فیلم به اسم «قهرمان قهرمانان» با بازی محمدعلی فردین برام گذاشت توش آذر شیوا crossdresser بود و خودشو مرد جا زده بود و میتونم ۱۵ صفحه مقاله راجبش بنویسم که نحوه‌ی رفتار فیلم با شخصیت queer-codedش چقدر سورپرایزم کرد ولی باید به زندگیم برسم پس فقط میگم اگه چیزی از دهه ۴۰ ایران ندیدین پیشنهاد میشه.