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The Lifeless Ordinary.
There’s this thing that happens to artists that I’ve never observed in any one else. Maybe it’s because I’ve never looked, or looked hard enough, but with creative people it’s not something you have to dig too deep to find. It’s this quivering vibration that rests on their surface: like a signal blasted into the [...]
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Tags: b&w photography, death of an artist, introspection, lip piercings, rebirth, self portraits, tattoo, [ self ]
Just Coffee.
I think they think my mouth is some kind of transitional vagina.
As if, me asking them things translates to: sleep with me, comfort me, touch me.
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It doesn’t, but one can’t help but wonder, why the space, the quiet. Why coffee and hanging out is so hard.
It’s not supposed to be. I watch [...]
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Tags: interactions, just coffee, observations, transitional vagina
Scribble.
There’s a possibility that at some point, my 30’s will slip by in a blur, just like my 20’s, and I’ll look back at the trail of monuments with a look mocking happiness and feel mostly regret.
My life will be filled with less people than it is now, as the years seem to thin out [...]
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Tags: loneliness, napkin thoughts
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