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Blink Blink Blink Blink Thought Thought Stuck. Regret Regret Deseo que hubiera... Isolation v. solitude Clickity Clack. My playhouse is Our house, & I hear people Telling each other secrets. Dribble Dribble. of our feelings-- always darker, emptier, simpler. Thoughts are the Swishhhhhh. All our sadnesses are moments of tension that we fi nd because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Nope!TRANSCRIPT
BlinkBlinkBlinkBlink
ThoughtThought
Stuck.
RegretRegret
Deseo que hubiera...
Isolationv. solitude
Clickity Clack.
underneathOur house, & I hear peopleTelling each other secrets.
My playhouse is
Dribble Dribble.
Shadowsof our feelings--
always darker, emptier, simpler.
Thoughts are the
Swishhhhhh.
Paralyzingbecause we no longer hear our
surprised feelings living.
All our sadnesses are moments of tension that we fi nd
Nope!
AnticipationIn drawing, the trace always
proceeds in the night: it always escapes the fi eld of vision.
Splash.
FleasThey do not bite to eat,they bite only to jump;
they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,delicate acrobats
in the softest and most profound circus;
interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.
They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.
let them gallop on my skin,divulge their emotions,
amuse themselves with my blood,but someone should introduce them to me.
I want to know them closely,I want to know what to rely on
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Sublime
Mmm. Tasty.
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