Like a puppet. That's it. Strings pulling and supporting. Guiding my limbs, forcing my head up high. A cage without walls, without bars. Controlled. The illusion of freedom without even an ounce of independence. Shit man. Shit.

“Hey.” Her voice was tired, but not as tired as the look in her eyes. Eyes that were usually beautiful were now watered down into a pale and sickly hue of shadowy predawn ( Read more... )

the art of compassion without caring. tricky business. relearning to not give a fuck.

Is this the way it will be? Too many words and a desperate need to express myself somehow? No input and a lot of output? I don’t know, but knowing me everything is a fad so even this will probably fade with time. Give it a few days and the need will be gone and here I am again a motionless object in space. Unmoving and dispassionate. That’s me ( Read more... )

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Is it possible to enjoy the silence?

I have this project or aim for September; to minimise the consumption of visual media to a bare minimum. I know it's impossible to exclude it completely, unless of course I disappear out into the woods for the month of September and that's just not in the cards (at least not for now). But I can make an active decision to severely restrict my own ( Read more... )

Sometimes I want to get drunk off my ass, pour myself into a taxi and head over to that upscale apartment complex downtown, the one with the white walls and all that stainless steel surrounding it, stumble up the stairs and frantically ring the doorbell of the Heteronormative. And when they open up the door, casually dressed in clinically white ( Read more... )

August again, eh ( Read more... )