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It can be used off-label to treat anxiety, as well. Not sure ... I looked up some famous Violets, and there are quite a few who were silent movie actresses, etc, but none that died young or tragically as the other three did.

At one point I got desperate and contacted Sean about another obsessive creep who I felt was potentially dangerous, because I knew that Sean read messages (unlike Ben and Ed). He was actually really good about it. I really hope he passed the message on to her team like he said he would, because creepy is still being creepy and it was right around Valentine's Day when I think they broke up.

Oh, I didn't see. Then we have four projects (?) Violet book, Violet spoken, Iron book, Iron spoken Sis wot

Why

I need to be brutally honest and say that this is the first one that I think is good, and I think that it is good because it is brutally honest. Her best work is the work in which she doesn't fuck around and just lays it all out. Fuck yeah.

https://twitter.com/lustfxrzayn/status/1264288773602512897 "According to her publicist ..." She has a publicist? Likely a lie

I think so Also "painted waves" is an interesting reference. On the NFR cover, she had the painted sky ... I also noticed that in her frequently-used emojis when she posted those comments, one of them is the wave. Which means nothing, but it made me think of Hokusai's "The Wave" ... which, of course, was a gigantic painted wave. Idk where I'm going with any of this; I'm just being crackheaded.

Well, the whole thing is essentially about an existential crisis It's pretty obvious she's been having one for the last year or so

It'd definitely be the former

I mean that bit about the "woodworker" is almost certainly about Seany, imo

Lemon melody those are lemons and that's final

There's a rumour that she fired Ben and Ed but there are no receipts, so take it with a grain of salt

Ah thanks ... edited

It's from the Spoken Word album ... which is this? Pretty sure Iron Gates is a book. Nobody knows for sure, though

Pasting this here so it doesn't get buried in the IG thread Patent Leather Do-Over Sylvia I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam It tickled you to leave them there It was the thought of a young child or of a lost fairy It reminded me of who I am That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway I do it for you and I do it for me because having learned from others and from you I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and and domestic bliss to lead to peace You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV You have to separate the wheat from the chaff You have to be discerning It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder from high sea cliffs I know, my dear I wish that I had been here or there I wish that you were here now If you're not now because who knows how these things work? Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana All of my kind women Who came before me Blonde I dyed my hair black for you I turned my back in that black pond I swear I wont stop until I'm dead and here I am at 34 and what for? To bring my pair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean To bring them back up safe to the facility instead and I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before I let myself into room 2 and got undressed I was sunburnt Contemplative and sore and as I fell asleep by Gabapentin I lay my head on the pillow and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen and sang you a lemon melody I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat in case you got restless and wanted to leave and I hugged you with my baby's breath and sang your spirit to bed the way I would have if you were my child or if I had children My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head

Yeah I think you're right .. I think it's "by Gabapentin" thanks! (thanks also @drugsdesire)

Patent Leather Do-Over Sylvia I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam It tickled you to leave them there It was the thought of a young child or of a lost fairy It reminded me of who I am That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway I do it for you and I do it for me because having learned from others and from you I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and and domestic bliss to lead to peace You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV You have to separate the wheat from the chaff You have to be discerning It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning and to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder from high sea cliffs I know, my dear I wish that I had been here or there I wish that you were here now If you're not now because who knows how these things work? Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana All of my kind women Who came before me Blonde I dyed my hair black for you I turned my back in that black pond I swear I wont stop until I'm dead and here I am at 34 and what for? To bring my pair of baby pattern leather shoes to turn them the other way towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean To bring them back up safe to the facility instead and I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before I let myself into room 2 and got undressed I was sunburnt Contemplative and sore and as I fell asleep by Gabapentin I lay my head on the pillow and stretched my hand out on the cool white linen and sang you a lemon melody I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat in case you got restless and wanted to leave and I hugged you with my baby's breath and sang your spirit to bed the way I would have if you were my child or if I had children My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head

Because Lanz

"A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV"

I hope she goes live; that'd be super fun about now

Same, but I'm just waiting for another typewritten rant

I am honestly surprised that she knows how to post clips I am also very alarmed that she has logged back on That is all

Valuable contributions. Well done! See ya

She seems pressed and angry, and there's nothing wrong with that, except that she seems to be pretending that she's perfectly "chill" and "doing well". Not buying it. A happy, content Lanz wouldn't've posted the initial statement in the first place. She's obviously been stewing, and she seems to be struggling to let it go because she keeps logging back on to say more about it.

I seriously hope she logs off for at least a week Despite that edited caption about being chill 'n' shit, her posts and messages indicate quite the opposite