[Insert cheesy DT lyric]
So, I took a j and Killing Hope with me and went to the spot. This was yesterday at around seventeen hundred hours. Due to the season, the flora was raging trying to touch the sky. Scratches, blood, lots of unidentified flora-ish stuff. I was satisfied with my sense of balance despite my fractured leg. Heat and sweat. I met no snakes (ed. no snakes met me). I took pictures as well, although I don't really need them and perhaps they'll work inhibitory in the future. We'll see; if they'll do they'll get deleted.
There's more to follow.
And here it is: there's this feeling, if I can call it like that. I think it's more than that, cause it incorporates lots of feelings, it's a congestion of feelings such as shame, disgust, anger and intolerance that targets yourself and no other. Most often, a memory strikes you out of the blue, your nerves get distented and your entire body position changes with the hands leading it; and they usually extend in front of you or upwards. At the beginning this is uncontrolable. Sometimes, a byproduct of this is to punch walls and doors, but I'm long past that. I think I was past that whole feeling all in all, but it stroke me yesterday. What a blast. But, before the day was out it had no powers over me. The reaction I mean, not the reasons of it. Perhaps, the fact that after I posted my previous post I realized that what I was talking about doesn't happen semi-annually, but less often each year helped me. In the end, it is even desirable and sanative. Time for it to become a lyric, and I have the suspicion that it will rule.
There's more to follow.
And here it is: there's this feeling, if I can call it like that. I think it's more than that, cause it incorporates lots of feelings, it's a congestion of feelings such as shame, disgust, anger and intolerance that targets yourself and no other. Most often, a memory strikes you out of the blue, your nerves get distented and your entire body position changes with the hands leading it; and they usually extend in front of you or upwards. At the beginning this is uncontrolable. Sometimes, a byproduct of this is to punch walls and doors, but I'm long past that. I think I was past that whole feeling all in all, but it stroke me yesterday. What a blast. But, before the day was out it had no powers over me. The reaction I mean, not the reasons of it. Perhaps, the fact that after I posted my previous post I realized that what I was talking about doesn't happen semi-annually, but less often each year helped me. In the end, it is even desirable and sanative. Time for it to become a lyric, and I have the suspicion that it will rule.