musculiţe

collected triffles, maggots and more, more, more, more...

. . . if you look l o o o o o ng enough will reality start

looking like / /// your mind wants

it to ? ? ? ?

or are we pushing escapism ?

pharcide of the moon and we've got tickets to take you there

or pass out in front of the pharmacy door.

time keeps tic-ing we start tac-ing

like you can't hit the shore without crashing into other waves, pushing further

and further, and further with each wave of consciousness or unconsciousness;

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can't keep running away from yourself and into others

feels like a stone with water sipping through its veins

take-away people

moving like tectonic plates

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mirror mirror on the wall

who am i after all?

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listening to coco rosie's new and i started making a collage of their pics,

and included some of the stuff that's been pilling up in ff-found folders on my computer.

handpicked memories with a touch of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and sprinkled with plenty of pepper.

tourist through life

with a passport for fleeting thoughts. i keep reality in broken pieces tucked inside my pocket.

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perhaps i cannot be enough for this or nothing less than this, so time suction pores now rest.

pull my teeth out one by one

while we wait

old transparent blue yellow milimetric cardboard grey white paper transfer print glue and RYB string.
wrong words expressions junk and much less.

Met the sky and kissed the sea, but i always knew that the sky couldn't embrace me, nor the sea rest me. Down the drain in sinking spirals, the night is bleached by turning. Try to accept the the wheel, end up washed out,burried beneath its hard crust. a new i everyday to sea.are we all just washing machines, tumbling moments inside ourselves until they crumble to fine pixels of sand? Does nothingness rest our souls finally? Billions of turning wheels in the street, chearning, grinding, pounding, falling, ticking, talking,,,one repetitive motion to grind us all into one.