une chaise.
There are things that exist outside of us... believe it or not. Once we crawl out of our minds we remember to enjoy breakfast again.
always hungry never eating.
What to do when your life becomes a spectacle? Become a recluse in your own confinement? But the spectacular has even extended itself to the realm of solitude. It has become absolutely absurd. There is no running, the harder I try to escape it the harder it bites me. Waking up in status. No choice but to accept it and when I can walk I'll clean the blood off the floor.
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