~ poezje itp ~
w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal.
the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
inaccurate. im undead. aka ali*e. u know, that word that yt or whatever would flag or whatever.
killed. died. suicide. death. murder. dead. kill. killing. dying. suicidal. deadly. uve might not seen those words in years.
what's wrong with the society. everything. absolutely everything. exceptions prove the rule. as soon as anything becomes taboo, the society becomes mentally ill.
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i only know carnage from fn, bc i don't watch shit. but i looked up some images. they were very cool. so cool i died. in an alternative reality. it's certainly possible, somewhere in the multiverse, to die from too much coolness. since in this one one can die from too much joy. so yeah. somewhere in the multiverse, there might be a me that's dead. i'd ask him what that's like but he'd not answer. he'd be too dead to either do that or have anything to answer with. that's one thing we can be sure of.
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beautiful, i know.
esp the hand up there. clawing so passionately. just imagine it. coz i couldnt draw it so i got pissed off.
the drawing is called "let there be brothel". or, that's one of its many names. one name is not enough, WE'RE MORE COMPLEX THAN ONE FUCKING NAME. anyway. it's a reference (which i never do coz culture is oversaturated with references) to the "let there be carnage". Symbolically, carnage is basically like the human body without skin; just bare meat. Vulnerable. Raw. Scary; terrifying. Nasty. Also, us. Our nature. What we are. Carnage therefore speaks to that part of our nature that exists but is denied and demonized; but still exists and so it wants to be expressed. So we get obsessed with stuff around that. We feel pulled towards darkness (so called. In our western black-and-white culture. So black-and-white, in fact, we call creamy ppl white and brown ppl black. Bruh. But they also call purple cabbage red, so. Maybe it's just a thing in science) - BECAUSE we've repressed it and now crave to fall back into it, in its unapologetic arms, and through to the other side of ourselves, where we're whole again. We yearn to feel all the colors of ourselves.
Dirty and divine >>> [the gist of that poem is that] in order to heal, one has to get dirty, not commit themselves to purity. Purity is illness. Dirtiness, profanity, BROTHELSHIP is salvation. The only way to light is through darkness.
And then, once our nature is integrated and we're whole, we become Pulse (it's a fn skin): darkness never goes away, it's a part of us; instead, it now is a calm part - bc it's no longer repressed, so it doesn't crave fulfilment, doesn't agonize to be satisfied - where all colors of ourselves beat and flow freely (instead of one or sth taking over our entire self), inspiring and magnetic to those that have yet to achieve that in their relationship with themselves. It's also fitting that the glider for that skin/set is a butterfly: a common [western] symbol of transformation.
now, the image is abt the truth (how it's scary and sharp, like Carnage and lemon juice) and the like. It started with the color scheme (ive been using color as a gps for my psychology lately), then randomly the above image appeared in my mind and i decided to draw it. in my mind it looked way cooler, more lines and whatnot; but reality is a bitch so we have to satisfy ourselves with low q. or sweat to improve. our choice. only pain is for free.
