n a s c e n c e.

(the uterine blossom)

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1:55 a.m. on 2005-02-05

I was trying to describe my insanity to him, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was saying something so real, that I was telling the truth, that I could truly be honest about this one thing that I am certain of.

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When I spoke to her this morning, she smelled so strongly of herself, and I felt so intoxicated by the smell and her voice and her face, and I felt this honest desire for her then that I could not control. It felt so pure, to really want something and to really know that I wanted it. And to be confronted with my own humanness by desiring hers, it was so strange, so real...

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I crave for these kinds of honesties, to abandon myself, to crawl out of this body that is bound my self consciousness. I don't want to feel self control and restraint anymore, I want to be liberated of all this. I often feel so inhibited, so stuck in my own head and body, and so restless.

descend /ascend

existence | is | created | at | every | moment
The Semper Augustus