CHILD OF ORION, ANOINTED BY IXZHTAR.

IN MOTION, TO THE HYPERZONE.


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HE STARED INTO THE HORIZON, ACROSS THE OCEAN, AND BEYOND THE WAVES.

HE LEFT THE ISLAND, BUT HE WILL RETURN.

HE MUST RETURN.

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"SELFPORTRAIT".

YEAR TWOTHOUSAND TWELVE.

"SELFPORTRAIT".

YEAR TWOTHOUSAND TWELVE.

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hyperealism:

First it was a mix of denial/anger,

It then became depression/doubt.

I guess now it is again denial with little touch of a numb depression and embellished with a comfortable “fuck off” mood. 

Right now everything just seems so pointless. I have no drive to do anything. I’m barely moving. I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t wan’t to know if there’s some mistakes in this text. Nor do I want to think about anything at all. 

Not that bad for a first funeral. 

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One sensation strikes and then another; I am now devoured by flowers.
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via theevildead-)

(Source: fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)