-Death. the unknown.
As art is science, an extension of anything you want to create, backed by formulas or examples. the infinite deception.
continuing fragile, docile memories yet to gather, conceptual realms ina frictionalized bubble, were inspiration is the spark, that fades as we return.
And maybe, this is just a cry, howling pessimistic impulse of wants, an exception once found it,
a misconception of reality.
Abriendo brechas en los mares,
el susto sobre sus manchas lunares,
brillando navega cuando aparece.
La luna exibiendo estrellas, reflejos de otros mundos.
On a personal note. fuck.
yes. fuck.
oh fuck,
i love you so much it kills me.
fuck.
you!
desires,
waiting savagely buried in a burning stone, an altar, my entity,
flying shadow, why are you?
there...
obscure...
taking my...
native's breath.
pumping heat,
oiled mechanism;
it's time to change back.
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