alice
una muerte subita, desprovista de sentido
la única imágen real es la de nuestra muerte.
(te amo y te extraño).
A wail, a violent nothing that pretends to be something else. A hush from the guts pronounced by a lying mouth. To desert life to become. To become a desert to experience the void that concentrates all and nothing. To search into the void for the voice of experience.
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