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Upon ingestion I see a plane flying in a tight loop, this loop becomes a silver band. It is interupted with flashes of pornographic images.
Are we not bound by a desire to copulate?
The plane flys, but in circles, divine perpose and perception, curtailed by lust and desire, until it forms the band of morality and society that holds us fast. Marriage, the rules of engagement, War.
I dream of Paul Daniels, conversing without my 'norm'al distateful view of him. He is stripped of Debbie, his partner and sex object, and he is as I.
I am crushed and plagued by old deep scar tissue of emtion, torurous realms of self pity and pain. My material wishes have been crushed by the acts of others, my desire cannot cope.
What do you honestly want?
Remember to include all of you, that means the 'shadow' part too.
Angel vs Devil, the internal dynamic of the cosmos since creation, the duality of insanity. Time to acknowledge how much of one is sitasteful to ones image of oneself.
Spiteful, nasty, hurtful and lewd. He's such a lovely boy
One cannot forget that I am both a lover and a murderer, I wish union and division, I see life in death and love in fear. Do we make love or fuck?
Only when you see that whole picture can you really sort it out.
I feel my DNA's desire to recreate within duality. |
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