Wednesday, 8 February 2012

I wonder what people would think of me..

...if they knew I pray for death every night this year. Or almost. One night I forgot.

This is yet another reason why I hate god. I wish I was never born.

Tortured by humans and tortured by god. All others see is the outside.

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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"