Lieu : Youngs' Town, the State of Mind, Philippines
retracing my pop culture roots, staying afloat on a sea of stable fires, withdrawing symptoms of an emotional addiction, laughing at the heart and its infarcs, inciting change the way i'm known infamously for
Words must come from the contents of your gut, deep where the acids breakdown those pieces of yourself you never tell anyone else; they must be emulsified and redirected towards the small and large, afterwhich the by-prduct should be a sublimation of your intentions, your essences -- artistry in a gaseous state -- lateron to be released from a controlled orifice.
And so you walk out on us again, disgusted by our upbringing, the disappointment that we've become. You go back home, you've done your part. We are not arrogant. We are broken.
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