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blog 002 - exploring the void

Note: The sole purpose of this blog is to have fun writing it, to expand the creative scope of my mind, to have fun while crafting this and to finally put a spin on it so that I can vent a little about the pettiness I'm currently experiencing, with a pinch of a joke. I'm not looking for attention seeking purposes, I'm JUST DOING IT for fun. Warning: At this point you're going to start reading really stupid things 



"sinking the hand in black ink 

is the border that exists between the infinite wasteland 

with the ordinary earthly frame".

- pablo



Phase 1: the other side - insignificant things stun me, I classify it as the great equality it keeps with a sunny Sunday, so unbearable that it covers the color with the palm of my hand. The days are neutral, nothing interesting happens, for three weeks I've been waiting for rain like a thirsty baby, but nothing happens. The night is my party, my desire to write, my movie, but, it's short-lived; a small shot of ecstasy. I am bored.


Phase 2: big gloom - apparently it was true, the words are strange and hold an edge thicker than the swords themselves, that's why I always feel them in my skull, piercing layer by layer like the strong rages of inebriation. My mouth is swollen from following clouds of late dreams, like an audience in disarray. I wish that in the new year is like a refreshing drink to enjoy it while I can, the roads were a little closed these last years and the truth exhausts me these cases, poetically speaking I manifest that this flower, bloom and not twist, if a clenched fist is treated. (Tue, December 31st) 12:25 am

Phase 3: the cavern of the abyss - "I'm writing this because I really can't find a way to throw it up" yesterday. I don't know the current forwards and backwards daily, I think my brain hates me, my room is my cage and my home at the same time, I want to go out but at the same time I want to be in the cocoon that absorbs me, what a tasteless morbidness. I hate this with all my soul, I don't recognize myself, nor does anything recognize me. I am planted on the island that hangs my words in nothingness.
Phase 4: image - I think it's 50 times in a row that I've heard image by magdalena bay. What a fucking work of art, its like cocaine.

Phase 5: white lights - Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I really feel like my lack of appetite these past few days has affected me emotionally. I think that just having a single piece of toast with coffee for breakfast ruins my day. Plus, I'm constantly sleepy and the headaches of going back to school, among many other things, become threatening. At least I've cut down on spending a lot of time on my cell phone. Anyway...

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