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Wydra
If you try to escape your fears
they will find you in your dreams,
present you with a forgotten truth, to be forgotten
no more.
To hurt and abuse you
in the land of shadows.
Those who reserve a place
closest to your heart,
will fix you with blank stares
enforcing their indifference.
To hurt and abuse you
in the land of shadows.
It’s that all these words are stolen
not truely mine, but yours to beholden.
The worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely
cowards.
And yet, you accept the abuse
till the sun burns itself to smoldering ash
and the moon arises to hear you mutter,
“Tomorrow I’m going to kill myself.”
For you are but a pill
these humans can swallow,
easing their uneasiness
as you slide down their throat.
Vindication.
To hurt and abuse you
in the land of shadows.
- 23/07/2018
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We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?
David Foster Wallace (via quotemadness)
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Hyperbolic Parahumanoid
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I’ve noticed that my attention
Is demanded past its deficit brink
I’m at a set pace; My minds on hyper drive
But my body hardly keeps up with its activity
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The understanding is that I’m disorderly
Like the mechanics of a quantum age,
So barely understandable that
Observation changes the experienced trial
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I get so out of body I feel extra terrestrial
When I return I only find difficulties explaining -
It’s a dark room where I grow new ears
I hear the languages of the universe sung
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A siren’s song in an extra dimensional tongue
Causing visions so vivid but beyond my control
It’s not like tumblr where you can stop the scroll
To stare at something wonderful in hand
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It’s a happening, not a show on demand
It’s there that I make connections here
Following the entanglement waves
Between the information share
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My blank stare, left unaware
Until another pair of eyes pry
Back into mine, wondering
Where I ran off with my mind
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JESB - Fall 2018
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Tour guide and writer Timothy Levitch on the New York “grid plan”
“The grid plan emanates from our weaknesses”
“The grid plan is […] homogenising in a city where there is homogenisation available. There is only total existence, total cacophony …”
“Let’s just blow up the grid plan and rewrite the streets to be much more a self-portraiture of our own personal struggles rather than some real estate broker’s wet dream from 1807.”
“By saying that everyone likes the grid plan, you’re saying ‘I’m going to relive all the mistakes my parents made…’“
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Civilisation is the amputation of everything that ever happened to us, and experiment created by aliens unable to have sex.
Civilisation is the molestation of everything we could ever be, a giant repression melting into suppression, so that you never say what you mean.
Civilisation is breathing down our necks, splitting us apart, we are wreckage with beating hearts.
Civilisation is a can of hairspray spraying for the seasons less vain, into a hairnet made up of curls only ever meant to be waves.
Civilisation
Genocide beliefs
Moralistic
See through lace blouses
Missiles ballistic
Lackadasical
Melancholic
Red lipstick
When one feels nauseous but doesn't feel sick.
Civilisation knew who you were before you were born
Forgave you when you thought you needed forgiving.
And you never once surprised this civilisation.
And you never once felt that sensation.
Timothy “Speed” Levitch (1998)
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But for god’s sakes you got to be kind
AJJ-personal space invader
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portrait of Assimilation
Hassan Vawda
acrylic on canvas
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When men can no longer bear the monotony and the banality of ordinary existence, they will find in each experience of the absolute an opportunity to commit suicide. The impossibility of surviving such extraordinary states of exaltation will destroy existence.
E. M. Cioran, from ”On the Heights of Despair”, translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston
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