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Unveiling
07:23
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see, hear,
she is sowing me,
she showing me, she is reading me, shes hearing me.
a constant noise of emotion
Hot breezes, my mind needs deluges, kicking the door open, feeling the water spraying my face, hand above an eye. See, Hear.
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you are choking me and making me born again
you make me feel and cold
you are in the wall, in the brown noise
you are pulling me with green light
you are enclosing me with doses, sucking me
you are choking me and making me born again
under light bulbs.
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3. |
She is Vomiting
10:14
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I'm turning. my back. she's is making cheese, she's calling my name backwards. she's writing my name backwards.
she has traumatic lack of privacy. My pocket is full of hash
the wall is melting with meat, the wall is air cold like butterfly wings, getting outside of myself, purchasing new clothes, time is melting. the smell is rising. Eyes open, Space us.
yellowness and secrecy,
brushing the floor,
my tongue is numb, my ear is buzzing. and
with blue pen I'm drawing nothing.
and there, she's printing blank papers.
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4. |
Death
06:05
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It's getting heavy, it's getting heavy
she's placing a rug on the floor
her hands are stained with white chalks
it's getting heavy
I'm sinking down into a deep sleep
I'm meeting the difficult child
it's getting heavy
it's getting heavy
she's placing a rug on the floor
her hands are stained with white chalks
it's getting heavy
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5. |
Hearing Colors
05:44
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my eyes are not mine.
when we close our eyes, we see dimly visible, it only seemed as if it were there.
The sheerest whiteness seems sullied
a still small voice, in her haunted head, her hands are stained with white chalks, she's there making the bed for me with her white chalks stained hands.
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6. |
It May Bleed A Little
00:35
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7. |
C.
04:14
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C.
my skin is tingling
more water, more water
seeking for union
the abysmal, Water
What I want wants me.
like an open gate.
I got lusting palate
I always eat them…
A dozen cocktails, please!
there is the vibrator
HIS HOUSE.
a roaring of tense colors.
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8. |
Key 7.
04:49
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Long sleep
and staring at images is absorbing me
address
habitual soul and Marginal
i run in the circle
on the bed
i spit and wait to dry
it becomes green
my energy scatters on the bed
i consume the color of the bed
saliva on the bed
i feed on it
no sounds
white silence
i burn
i burn a paper
and the doll gazes at my face
i open the dictionary and pour a black ink
i erase, i dust
i read i read, until nothing remains
i swallow myself.
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H Catalyst Iceland
H Catalyst who is on the Path of Samek, and under different guises, whose Dark Face would be the Vast Dark Ocean of conscious and his White face would be Diana the huntress-consciousness and from which his works and his Astral currents emerge.
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