april.28

april.28

the object eclipse the self is a very nice line,release me from the dread of most things don’t feel real, though it was about classical music and consicous , certain time my, and probably the actual better answer to my bsf’s text yesterday ‘what’s the point of living?’to which I said first leave this damn town.

the object eclipse the self,the work is usually the center,not the object.the point of living are….not meanings,only the right relations to endure objects.and the primacy of the object as an ontological correction,as instructional objection to anything transitional for a atheist

dodging,二十四史,dilettantism, epistemic greed.I wouldn’t need to restate the desire to get rid of many physical belongings as possible.speculation break any person.

not a metal fan.raw blackmetal,Arabic maghrab,ten wheel drive,let’s do Jeff beal not tim heck, poser.and some classical.and if anything,I’d be 15 again.

one day or half memory span for writing, infinite sleep masturbation and compulsive behavior,casket of sentimentality, pathological speciousness.i should remember that line.

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oh I remembered, I absolutely love to spill hatred in my writing, Bismillah !قاراڭ I’m a demented penguin.

and spiritual is for degenerates,not even balar.