AppleToday I found myself observing the corpse I live in. From my appearance I seem to be well. As always I'm fine or so I lie. On the inside I'm decaying, slowly rotting away.Apple
But you, You are my silken flower; you'll never die
Again, today I looked in the mirror, only to see my body beginning to disintegrate. Yet, I go about life as though nothing's wrong. Now on my outward appearance I'm decaying, slowly rotting away.
But you, You are my silken flower; you'll never die
Once again, I took one last glance and found myself starring at my reflection.
your name reminds me of 'go ask alice'
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•And †ake !n all †ha† yøu ha†e•
•ƒør wha† wøuld yøu be•
•w!†høut dear m!sery•¿•
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TWISTER! The hot spot!
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Because I haven't forgotten...
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The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. (Marcel Duchamp)
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