"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
imperfection on a bloody Sunday afternoon, so properly fucked, it’s beyond any
recognition of an afternoon. Disruptive thoughts unclear in their resolution,
only because of their confusing origin. Heat upon existent heat wave maiming me
and leaving marks on my consciousness, and through this sweat something aches
to get out of me; again, with an unclear intention.
disharmony of industrial sounds screaming loud from the speakers, aggressive
fucking remainders that the sun is not what it once used to be – all good.
Pictures of explicit violations in the front lobe of my wicked mind, diabolical
intention of committing a heinous crime, crime against myself.
this despicable forest of naked branches, I think of the reasons for all this
profanity of such ongoing deranged thoughtful deconstruction of myself… A
woman, devilish woman – oh, you can bet that sweet ass, you’re going to pay for
all of this;)