my mind is the enemy
sweet
desire
strong enough to keep
on running
to maintain stability
to inactivate comunication
to erase drama
surrounded
most memories are made of habits
if you stop doing
if you stop using
if you stop going
you will forget
break
after six years
after one of penance
afterwards i'm leaving againg
aftersun for the mind
i've got to get away from here
this is not a way for me to stay
mini
when i was five i thought sunny
countryside lasted forever
now that i'm grownup, it's all clear :
Mickey fucked me when i was six
fakism
parents
father & mother's love
confortable programs of rendering,
smoothing surfaces
fading mirror
farce of viruses, all these inputs in my
brain fails : i'm not happy with what
they gave us
i don't see the reality of it
until its final end
unbeaten will
the most enjoyable vision, nearer and
nearer
so close that i became afraid
of its inevitable coming
of its aftermath
of its bliss gist
amen
surch
http://modblog.bmezine.com/
fire fire fire in my eyeballs
sand sand sand in my synapses
far far far away
sin sin simbad
ronron
the ever thinking mind unable to keep
track of specific thoughts, not for a long
time, not after sleep
paper sheets everywhere as traceable memories
ethics
no reality to be faced in acceptance of
the plain virtuality - with some restrictions.
avoid all contacts
be everything by yourself
disconected from your emotions
moved by the mere inertia of posting
no more thoughts
no more visions
only obsession fulfilled
check
"reality is not logical, our perception of it is not logical,
our conception of it IS. reality is open-ended, our mental
set imposes structure, order, conections."
1980, note.
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