Quotes from Virginia Petrucci

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.

I like my thingshurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometrypetal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.