I write simply to purge an infected wound.
I do not know hardly where to begin, do not think I take out words, syntax carburizing music ... Unplug the head and emotionally express emotions is like opening your eyes and think of flying lawn if one be, when they're standing on the brink of chasm, and the low blows a stream of air due to the magma that flows to the bottom.
And then end up around you is black, that heavy black and sticky fluid that you could touch the surface if only I had the courage to reach out a little 'further .
But it is strange that all this comes just a feeling of quiet and calm resignation.
Maybe that is not correct ... should I switch to the acceptance of resignation.
Like Sandwich reason and sentimentality, spirituality and ephemeral beauty and horror.
I like to create upheaval in the soul, draw two parallel roads opposite that lead to the same goal.
Remove one of our fully believe, to destroy our deepest conviction.
maximally improve the ugliness of the "beautiful" and sacrifice the beauty of ugliness in honor the tipping point.
Having the power to change perspective to those who come in contact with me I drunk so much that ... becomes normal. Then, fortunately, something happens that upsets me now.
I like having the irritating feeling of being in the right way. Being able to tap those keys
painful, being (or not) looked at because I'm hitting the mental system, that feeling that I'm going to touch the right chord.
volunteered to play the Allegro model surgeon ... be clear and distinct feeling that the person I'm talking about is balancing on a rope, who does not know which side wants dive ...
not know if I'm being hated, or thank me because I stress that all points beyond ...
While I smile.
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