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addiction, the vulture's empty nest.
it dries your existence,
while dreams escape.
Breathing outside,
everything is lost.
there is nothing more to do,
so take a break and joke around.
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how to start rehabilitation?
by reducing the quantity of intake. then stop it by day, then create an exercise and work for it. your brain is still strong. as long as it works.
that means that one has to study to counteract the addiction, and what better way to do that, than to do whatever one has wanted to do before it.
so find your needs, philosophical needs that don't involve that chemical one wants out, and heal that wounds that ones craniums has no defense for it, as it is voluntary taken by the host of a body.
so virtual persona, reward me for my behavior, in honesty with myself, so im strong as by body can be.
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my body is strong as my persona,
in weakness i rise,
to build up bravery to fight back.
nothing, if alive, can stop me.
soldier?
yes.
start it.
no.
what?
no. i wont start it, btw im not a soldier anymore, im as human as those lost, in fact, as i was built as a tool, im gonna help them mprove their life's and change their minds by example. war is never an answer, but work and education.
they don't want that?
then they are addicted to something, as you are from war. but that's not the way 'i am' gonna act.
as the soldier, that unit ina industry of weapons, understood unity, not by programs, but by individuals who want different from what they have right now.
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strong as your dreams.
freedom to fuel the movements towards excellence,
the repair shop.
is again, lost in a steeple of sand.
where a door opens, as we observe our sins out.
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codes.
life is about codes, not words.
words are just messages interpreted by being,
codes are calculations about how to change them.
change.
artist who die in art, die glorious.
art that dies before the artist, is just depressing.
let art live again, practice death and rise up!
you mounstrous being,
begin your work, nightmare to those who fear you,
darkness arise. bones alert, symptoms of hell.
is the coming of lies, all around those gone,
patient phantom of emptines, the solitude of reason,
you were wrong, always wrong, as those naked razors in the tube,
dancing bloody to it all, your end, endless memory of pain,
again.
again.
suicide.
fantasmas perdidos dentro de flores extraviadas,
pensantes practicas de la nada, acaba con todo,
la vida, como es que deciframos el placer de los sentidos,
una vez huida al mundo de los mundos, inframundo emblema,
caer de centro a la tumba de toda existencia, renacer desta, bosta
calavera, musculo y nervio, la protesta de cuerpos y movimiento.
my head hurts now, im half drunk, 7am
and i am thinking about you, still, love.
it's pain.
