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I am rifting

To the depths of an icy cape thunders dense are the walls of this stone cold centre. Touched are the fragments lost to an ocean of darkness....

12.9.11

I am SSDD.


Sitting alone in the dark at night or eating sweet/savory emotions thinking it is the only form of communication that you have with yourself. Lets hope at some point you will move on to greener pastures.

Running over the neighborhood dog or burning somebody’s hair at a slumber party can become a memory documented as a photo-skeleton-JPEG in your smartphone-closet. “Don’t let it bring you down, its only castles burning find someone who’s turning and you will come around” Neil Young was right when he said that. 

We all live in a whirlpool powered circumstance. You might be waking up everyday thinking your doing the “SSDD” frowns -> I cant believe that abbreviation exists, sigh. 

But doing that will only bring you to fantastical epiphanies.

After all Nietzsche probably started the Neil Young prescribed “turning” his SSDD in the unexciting countryside he called home. Riding into a cycle of repetitive nothingness that got him to “come around” to articulating the ultimate romanticized life-theory. Artists have looked to Nietzsche as a guide into the depths of washing machine mania

It’s all thanks to SSDD, which sounds a little too close to a sexual disease.  



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