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The Dead Hysterical

Inconsciente della fine

discettata in spiro,

Along the despicable way

lies inert and helpless,

corroded in human forms.

sucked from the earth,

exudes looking for a breath,
How was involuco of the mother.


From its hub in prison,

you would want to leave,
How was the umbilical nutrient.


oppose resistance

if he was not with the body c

the soul goes out.

rotten from the needs,

of the most despicable living;

meat is nutritious!

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explosion paranoid

add that there is one thing, perhaps a person, you are looking with great force. add that there is nothing you can do to it, there's nothing more to do. you do not understand how to put that thing can really make you happy, but you can not stop to desire.
then that desire is getting stronger: the more you realize that he could not achieve, the more it becomes strong and haunting.
in your heart you add and add entries dialectically opposite: I want it, you can not, I want it, you can not, you may not want it, want it you can not, lovogliononsipuò, lovogliononsipuòlovogliononsipuòlovogliononsipuò ...
dialectical movement contrary to any self-respecting, in this case we reach a growth of knowledge or experience, is only capable of growing paranoia.
salt agitation, anxiety grows, you worn out by the force of your desire and the impertinence of your impotence. this movement (genuinely dialectical or not) creates turbulence in your chest, you feel moving in streams of emotion that you capture the heart and stomach, they heat up, until you hear something like a hot knife stuck in his chest.
and, damn, does it really bad. Who would have thought he could do so badly?
then decided it was time to streamline: this thing moving in my heart, this whirlwind of desire and impotence, of the emotion must be thinking. so must be able to move this hot potato from the heart to the brain: you have to push it up there.
is not simple: it is hot, and gradually moving blocks the lungs and you miss respiro, poi deve passare per la gola e hai la sensazione di aver inghiottito un sasso.
infine arriva a destinazione: entra nella testa e il tuo cervello la accoglie. purtroppo però non sa cosa farsene: la gira e la rigira, ma non è in grado di gestirla. comincia la trasformazione in pensiero, ma non ci riesce, il risultato è un abbozzo di pensiero confuso che inizia a sua volta a trottolare nel cranio senza sosta. e invece di un pensiero, o due, o tre... ti ritrovi nella testa una sorta di maionese impazzita che si gonfia sempre più. si gonfia e continua a gonfiarsi, e tu senti che si avvicina il momento dell'esplosione: quando smetti di sperare che si formi un pensiero sensato, perché ti rendi conto che il tuo cervello non è proprio in grado di crearlo, allora cominci a sperare che arrivi presto l'esplosione, perché il tormento non è più sopportabile.

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romance

mi sento in uno di quei romanzi del romanticismo tedesco, il cui protagonista è un amore esasperato e totalizzante, senza lieto fine: se rileggessi ora il werther potrei impazzire.
come nei romanzi, nelle poesie e nelle canzoni, mi trovo di fronte ad un sentimento quasi incredibile, che non si affievolisce né con il tempo né con la volontà. will perhaps too weak, perhaps feeling too strong.
situation is unreal, a novel!
feel my strong desire as his refusal, I feel my will to fight as strong as my helplessness.

this powerful movement outside of my person, in a burst of desperate love centered on a person, comes up against a wall of indifference, it shatters so many drops that are dispersed. then falling all around, and I feel I love the uniqueness of the world. I can fill my spirit with the rushing water of a river, with the imposing majesty of a mountain landscape with the tranquility of the calm sea, with the strength and fury of the stormy sea. each element of nature awakens and fills my senses, I can enjoy the varied emotions, which then reassembled in that motion finds out that his goal in that person. is a continuous circular motion between joy and sorrow, between peace and anxiety, and between power and powerlessness.
is a flow that is lost, then recombines in an infinite movement. and also I am always on the move. is an inclusive and expansive movement that keeps me alive and responsive.
pleasure in the strength of my emotion when I hear her in pain.

and this stream of life has nothing to do with the escape, distraction or psychosis, as some would have me believe. has only love and curiosity about the world and expansion. who shares is fortunate, who do not understand the judge, who does not understand this accusation!

believed that this flow of emotions focused on him, would be returned to the world by the end of our relationship. Instead I continue to be caught in this endless circularity, and my spirit is always where he falls.
I realize that this movement of expansion, when he was at my side, was a unique and powerful force. represented the world on my strength, my completeness. never had reason to break up and ran every time stronger, enriched by the addition of emotions with different origins.
its remoteness has shattered me, and now it seems so hard to rebuild my spirit.

that is the problem, here comes my anxiety.
I miss him a lot, deep in my spirit. Share