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BLinK Thought T h o u g h t s a r e l i k e s p ider webs Comp le x Regret wo und s to let the Reg ret sta bs at the he art lea vin g ope n ou t. Isolation vs Solitude How come I have to suffer my internal suffering. I need to free myself from my mind. Maybe if I stop talking to myself the shrieking will end… My playhouse is under- neath our house and I can hear people telling each other secrets...
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BLinK
Thought Thoughts are like spider webs
Thoughts are like spider webs
Complex
Regret Regret stabs at the
heart leaving open
wounds to let the
painful memories seep
out.
Regret stabs at the
heart leaving open
wounds to let the
painful memories seep
out.
Isolationvs
Solitude
How come I have to suffer my internal suffering. I need to free myself from my mind. Maybe if I stop talking to myself the shrieking will end…
My playhouse is under-neath our house and I can hear people telling each other secrets...
I am lying in a pool of my own blood. I am looking up smiling, because the whispering, THE SECRETS are gone. They are all gone...
!oughts are the shadows of our feelings- always darker, emptier, and simpler.
In milliseconds an idea is brought to my brain and processed in my factory of thoughts
I b e l i e v e t h a t a l m o s t a l l o u r s a d -
n e s s e s a r e m o m e n t s o f t e n s i o n t h a t
w e f i n d p a r a l y z i n g b e c a u s e w e n o
l o n g e r h e a r o u r s u p r i s e d f e e l i n g s
l i v i n g . . .
Maybe if I was a songbird I could live my life to its fullest
Anticipati
on: “In dra
wing,
the trace a
lways proc
eeds in
the night:
it alwas es
capes
Anticipati
on: “In dra
wing,
the trace a
lways proc
eeds in
the night:
it alwas es
capes
Imagine having an eye that could process
light faster than lights travels. Essen-
tially this single eye would be traveling
through time, would it not?
Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours. !ey are perfect, ancient, sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal. !ey do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,delicate acrobats in the so"est and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me. I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on.
!is is how a gentleman.MONSTERDashing, Youthful,MANIACALRAGINGKILLING MACHINE.Begins his day.
Sublime.!e beautiful, according to Edmund Burke, is what is well-formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the Sublime is what thas the power to appeal and destory us.
!e savages tie m
e up to a branch hanging over the #re. It won’t be much
longer. Soon the smoke will set in and I will su$ocate from
the carbon m
onoxide. Soon… Soon…
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. Gone
Amplified
Amplifiedthe core
Exploding Heart
Glass is stuck in my hands
When the sun goes down they do not know if they will wake to live another day
