This is something that I wrote, lemme know

the wretched machine makes me see my true self

oh this here? this is my wretched machine.

I had a dream last night, where my theatre buddies and I are moving to a new city. We're all in the airport or the train station, and find many more artists and cool people moving to the same city. And two of them started playing Cello and Lute randomly, while the third one hummed a smooth jazz tune. I was the only one listening to this while my theatre buddies were on the other side of the station sorting their coffee and chips and stuff... After a while, the many artists started singing a song with lyrics "I'd like to live in a thunder...", and since I didn't know the all lyrics of the song, I just gave the beats for it.

Now, the weird part is, I didn't know the lyrics of the song, that my mind magically composed in my own fuckin' dream.

Remembering the time the entire class dissed me for using the word "sexy".

I wasn't even describing anyone. I was using it as a satirical commentary on how a mythological character would have catcalled another mythological character.

Do you ever look at a video of yourself talking to someone, and notice your expressions, and responses, and the mannerisms, and the tourettes, and so much stuff... And you're just like "Am I artificial?" "Am I manufactured?" WTF is going on? Because I don't even recall myself blinking or twitching..

My mom wearing glasses, holding her magnifying glass over her phone to look at every emoji in detail, while asking me their meaning and importance in the virtual world, and getting excited at their mere existence is the kind of vibes that I wanna live in someday...

Olly Jeavons

The Alchemist by Zoroaster Clavis Artis 1737.

Yab-Yum: Union from Body to Soul The union of the transcendent with the manifest represents the central teaching of tantra, the radical non-duality that views the manifest as a divine expression rather than just an illusion. In the tantric view, the eternal and the ephemeral are passionately in love with each other. Form and formlessness are always together, never one without the other, and yet still yearn for each other within the strange game of separation. The world of form is so in love with formlessness that it always tries to dissolve back into it. And formlessness is so in love with form that its first primordial vibration is the pure intention to manifest as form.

Giovanni Maisto

Giovanni Maisto

Stephen Lotus

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Patrick Ennis

Patrick Ennis

My broke-ass friends bumping cigarettes from my broke-ass self

are you eating poisons? deadly poisons? and youe didnt share? can i have some of your poisons. Can i have some of your deadly poisons

Paulo Coelho be his antidote