i've just detected my posts have been rather diminutive in terms of length, lately.
bare with me--results of a fragmented psyche.
soul scrubbin' and such, you know?
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About Me
- zoe noelle smith
i'm a quiet girl who wanes with the moon.
patti smith, anaïs nin, joanna newsom & maya deren are my ladies, cohen my man, the avant-garde my obsession, and the blues my soul.
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- i dreamt, on accident; though everything was silen...
- everything's such a joke.
- maslow's 8 ways to self-actualize:1. experience th...
- i simply cannot comprehend all this vacillation.
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- don't lick your finger and dip it into that vast v...
- “You are right, Sahara. There are no mists, or vei...
- i have a tiny sore underneath my thumbnail. unreac...
- "you knowthat i adore youyou knowthat i love youso...
- so, this is my summer theme song. i have a sob fes...
- i think about her constantly. i do not wish to, bu...
- spent the evening sipping sleepy tea and hesitantl...
- i know that i've posted this before, but i really ...
- there is a fissure in my hippocampuslike a perfume...
- i've just detected my posts have been rather dimin...
- darling, i feel like a wasteland.
- sentimental incoherency,mal à la tête.
- yoko knows.
- lounging against auburn bark, women sat and denied...
- can't get this out of my head...
- engulfed under a quilt cuddled with my cat while w...
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- remnants of elasticity.
- in dreams, i'm haunted by your whispering--slumber...
- rothko makes me cry.
- fears of the vanishing muse--commencing the fickle...
- irresistible craving for a road trip to new orlean...
- UGH, I'M SO IN LOVE WITH PATTI SMITH THAT IT HURTS...
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- little clam,gorging on your grimy pearl--how it gr...
- you're the only one i can never read.i can't stand...
- useless beating beneath breastsuseless throbbing t...
- "an enigmatic collector of both objects and people."
- scrying bleak and blue and sad-eyed with warped mu...
- holding private dinner parties with ghosts and rus...
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- stupid fragile state of existence.
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- why won't it rain?
- i want to go camping. no place in particular. i do...
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- i have often prayed for youlike this:let me have h...
- maybe tonight i can stay inside my body
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