𝕽𝖊𝖉'𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊

the incoherence of

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dice un haiku nadie te da el amor que no puedes tu. – reds

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The greatness of man lies in his decision to be stronger than his condition. – Albert Camus

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Right now I feel like a compass that's able to point to any direction, so it tries to point to all of them at the same time. It could be useful, but this overexcess turns it inefficient.

I don't know where I go.

– Red's Corpse

[redsc0rpse]

My love, there is so much poetry getting under your broken nails. And it's dirty, but you don't wash your hands.

You smell like stagnation on every corner of your wrinkles.

The rotten feeling of wanting to escape, from every road, from every thought.

– Red's Corpse

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In which moment did being yourself become something weird?

– Red's Corpse

[redsc0rpse]

I wanted to be air, so that no one saw me. I wanted to be water, and let myself go. I was tempted by fire, and its elegant anger. And here you see me, begging Earth to swallow me. There's no spirit who saves me. I'm alone.

– Red's Corpse

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You are afraid of being alone, and you cling to people as if that were going to solve it.

– Red's Corpse

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When I don't believe in my magick any spell seems a trick.

– Red's Corpse

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I said to myself that I would never leave you, because I know how it hurts to feel that you're not enough. But this time I'm trying to, not because I don't love you, but because I'm trying to love myself.

– Red's Corpse

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If you wish it, it's already yours.

If you want it, it will never be.

– Red's Corpse

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Lo que das, te lo das. Lo que no das, te lo quitas.

– Alejandro Jodorowsky.

[deviika]

—Chris Mc Geown

[redsc0rpse]

How do you lie and still smile? Why do you pretend to be kind?

- when people force stuff

– Red's Corpse

[redsc0rpse]

you were so afraid of my voice i decided to be afraid of it too

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If you're earth, tell me why I'm scared that you slip by my fingers when I try to tie you to my bony hands.

And If you were earth, you'd know I'll always came back to you. I'm such a dreamer, but clouds fade.

My love, we are wrong. You aren't the mountain, I'm not your dweller. You are the gemstone. My luck. You are the sand. My time.

You dig me up.

– Red's Corpse

[redsc0rpse]

You are a victim and guilty of the hatred you hold. From your dry words, from your dumb eyes.

– Red's Corpse

[redsc0rpse]

And in this instance, you who are the father of letters, from a paternal love of your own children have been led to attribute to them a quality which they cannot have; for this discovery of yours will create forgetfulness in the learners’ souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and not remember of themselves. The specific which you have discovered is an aid not to memory, but to reminiscence, and you give your disciples not truth, but only the semblance of truth; they will be hearers of many things and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without the reality.

– Plato. Phaedrus.