I painted the wall in architect, the dead grew dead. The pirate distanced from the ship's safety to experimentation. Smuggling stopped. Catalytic disinfection begins. I sat on the water. The sinking boat breathes. The mother model exploded, electrified. Nothing new. I disappeared. It was the last exit.
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.
Play the music below if you want.
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.
