Sunday, 10 August 2014

Rid of...

I just can't believe so much evil exists even though I've experienced it first hand. It's about a year since I woke up from a coma. Fuck. I wish I died. It's the best thing. Rid of this world. Rid of this wretched life. Rid of people.

- sent from a tablet

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"