Friday, October 02, 2009
We were taken away out of our home.
The dog was the symbol of our only resolution as it died.
We couldn't go back.
We shot our scenes.
Erika Ruiz
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.
Play the music below if you want.
19 [27 August 1990]
Manila, Philippines
dreams inspire me
surrealist dissection
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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Dutiful Afternoon
The Forceless Will Die
In Weak Foundation
Solicitation
Vulgar Restoration
Lines Were Undecided
Morose Conception
Injured Closure
End on Mend
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