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Extend your hands and receive everything I have. No holding back, not pushing anything away. The scars, wrinkles, and calluses on your palms reflect my elemental gifts smelted in the furnace of your spontaneous creation. These heirlooms are memorialized and revived through every stroke, grasp, and press, like revenants of a timeless, spaceless wire spiraling and oscillating between cycles of creation and destruction, of life and death. Out of me, into you. The emptiness upon your hands cradles the everything…
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I sense my heart constrict inside my own body, as if tightening and flexing against the discomfort would ease the suffocating grip of unreached desires. The rope of desperation ensnares me, and you know I’m claustrophobic. I sever all connections to my reality through never-ending fantasies of what was and what could’ve been. I cry and scream at strangers who’s foreign nature reminds me I’m the intruder alone and misunderstood. Fossil evidence serves as both proof of a history and proof of a…
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Part I A manifesto of that which calls for my attention to clear a path towards a full-body address… What do I want? What do I need? I need to know what I want, and I want to know what I need. My current circumstances are causing me a great deal of suffering, and I’m unsure how to proceed. I know that ultimately I seek freedom; liberation from the colonized mind, liberation from daily regret, the freedom to curate my…
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if it's not paradoxical it's not true.
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