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open the doors of your perception

let your mind wander through space and time

through the present moment, here

and through forever

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Stations, 1994 by Bill Viola

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Debbie Harry on the Muppet Show S5E9 aired on jan 25, 1981

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Revlon "Panama Hotfrosts" Ad (1972)

Separation

But most importantly, I let go of YOU, the one who could never see the truth but waltzed around it, bewitched by a body that did nothing but shine on his darkness.

Darkness,

darkness. I leave the nighttime, now. As much as I find it poetic, it has only let me down, and frankly I am sick of it.

I thought you were Joy, there on my lilac horizon.

You are black, and I despise you.

It’s lovely to think I’ll be an image in time, my lover, an image worthwhile. I just don’t want to think about you anymore; you’re horrid, you should stay in your torrid waters, behind the many walls amid us, where your wickedness can’t reach my angel soul.

I love you, and even this feels deeply wrong. You are undeserving of me.

Neither of us will be brave enough to put our love to die— but I’ll make sure I burn like forest fires before I reach my hand out to you.

To an ex-lover from a mad world, you are deleted (with your impurity).

May you rest in peace.

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diary entry on men and relationships…

once you stop chasing and you’re really finally free, you never wanna go back to that fucking mess that anchored you to the ground!

i can’t even believe it myself.

all this pain just to realise that i can be sexier, freer and happier on my. fucking. own.

all this circling back and forth to these poor distant-eyed men masters of avoidant performance, just to realise that i don’t fucking care if they live without me!

i am the roar of the forest and the wrath of the ocean, i’m the strength of mountains and the wisdom of trees, all on my own.

i’ve built houses for others to wreck and wrapped chains around my neck till i could hardly breathe— but why?

why does love have to feel demonic at times, why can’t it just be gentle, and tender, and free? will the absence of that rush, that push and pull dynamic, take away everything?

i’ve tried to be a good lover, girlfriend, to break up amicably and abruptly and to not cause any damage.

i rest my head on the cold floors of my solitude now, and i don’t feel ashamed.

if my early 20s were given away to the pursuit of the other person, the concept of otherness, the interest in the different, the strange, the unfamiliar… my mid 20s will be about me.