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Out of Nothing
Thursday, July 31, 2008

Indirect projection and the use of metaphors in the system. Frame out of focus.

I couldn't use my mind.


Erika Ruiz | 22:05 |


Nothingman
Sunday, July 27, 2008

She gets wounded and finds solace in a sophisticated setting of an unfinished truth. Dionysus drifts away with wine while scrutinizing the birth of a fruit inside the hostile peace. She goes in a chamber of a being in perfect recognition and she starts a discourse. She moves out, submits to the nil and sees a wonderful tablaeu in abstract upliftment with the entire spectrum of light. A lizard comes out and she runs to follow it in the loggia. She steals and presumes to be someone out of her own property. She gets covered by humanity and goes in a chamber of a grunge and wears everything out and away. She escapes and she has the time, wearing nothing but that little red dress, facing the mirror in an emotionless rigor. All those yesterdays, she forgets.

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Erika Ruiz | 21:55 |


on the other side

Weightless Overbearing
The pensive nothingness decenters the path of a dream with rigor, mirth and irony. Highly possible as the feeling of pondering while breathing soothes the burden of the being; like seeing the entire spectrum of light and darkness, fishing on a sunken castle lake of a setting, free with delirium and wine.

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a portrait hole

Erika Ruiz
19 [8.27.90]
manila, philippines
college student
dreams inspire me
surrealist dissection
capo di tutti capi

By the way, this is just for the expression of and for the self; so as to escape, be fit for a refuge. Non-fiction and surrealism might often insert itself. This is a storage of the raw.

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tick tock

A suffocating heat wave was enveloping the heartbeat. The hand was bleeding and drying in decay. Then it was burning, dehydrated by the remorseful act of taking.
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bullets in your head

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chrome and body rot

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