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Sitting in the corner of our frozen desert of inexistence where the white faith symbol is still striving its crucified stability to bind us, I am feeling your ghostly breezy smile of frozen cessation. And it feels like pain. But it is not pain. And I so wish it was pain. So that it would feel familiar. Like love. But it is not pain. Because it is void. A physical void where there cannot be particles. There cannot be breezes. There cannot be deserts, nor frozenness. Drunken fantasy of faded inexistence into even deeper inexistence but with more meaningful sensations. Deeper and deeper sensations shaping my perfect extroversion of hidden deserts and voids. Unexplainable real thing between us that pushes away my extroversion from my introversion until the final bond will be broken. (OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=xwtdhWltSIg
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 09:30:45 +0000

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