Never let your hand shake when you're firm on your blade
Never keep a keepsake of the spill that you make
~ Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions ‘For The Rest of Your Life’ 2009
Never keep a keepsake of the spill that you make
~ Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions ‘For The Rest of Your Life’ 2009
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| Max Ernst |
Breathing fast through the blood fast-pumping around his brain, Nikos slides down the wall.
The last time he felt this alive was in Turkey ’29; he was younger and it was easier then; now he’s gone and got himself paralysed by a perfectly executed dim mak.
In silhouette she draws the knife from behind her back; carbon, black, solid but light, blade well-honed and with a nastily curved and serrated upper edge.
“This is gonna hurt” she says
“You talk too much” Nikos closes his eyes and takes his last breath slow and full.
The last time he felt this alive was in Turkey ’29; he was younger and it was easier then; now he’s gone and got himself paralysed by a perfectly executed dim mak.
In silhouette she draws the knife from behind her back; carbon, black, solid but light, blade well-honed and with a nastily curved and serrated upper edge.
“This is gonna hurt” she says
“You talk too much” Nikos closes his eyes and takes his last breath slow and full.
| Hope Sandoval | ||
| For The Rest of Your Life | ||
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