Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P
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Asterion, Jess, Avo, and all the other ghosts.
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Little Self-Interview With Books
I'm going to get right into it. Every year, I like to revisit six questions about books and reading and give six answers, hoping to discover something new about myself and my reading habits. The questions are:
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 24 days ago in BookClub
The Fuss Over Third Places Is Valid
Too many buzzwords and concepts are so hard to define; instead, third places are easy to define, which gives us a promising start. They are, according to Ray Oldenburg (The Great Good Place, 1989), the spaces where we choose to spend our time when we are not at home or work/school.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 2 months ago in Humans
Streams
It felt so sudden, the way the eyes went back like a saint, and black like an Addams. I feel lucky to be alive at such times, all of the maneuvers you learned to make with your car, all of the times you cry to sick cunts. I get it that this is not what I thought I’d have by now, but it’s what I have. Little you, stringy earphones — green — and new sheets — green — . When you came to compensate for the missing alcohol with diamonds, I could only accept. I’m made of little dust, me. Little creepy thing roaming around rooms made for kings and mistresses. You are my king. Bald, larger than life, swaying and swearing against that bloody mosquito that dared to bother you. Lonely nightly saint, I’m the Myrwatch Martyr. I am the power and the energy. Alchemist of my own death, and so be it! Cry! Cry when you see me transmute into another, cry when I’m water, finally shapeless, finally hairless, finally concave and convex, sneaking in, slippery and slitherin’. Fuck, I’d enter through every keyhole, every palace. I’ll burst out of fountains and hope darkly for your open, thirsty lips.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 2 months ago in Poets
