the poetry of insanity has been driving to the edge of the abiss of the my own limits, and now i have been confronted with the vision of the crytal temple of atlantis falling into the corruption of power:
the fall of atlantis in my soul, and the rise of the phenix from the ashes of my delinquent decisions... learning unlearning,,, in this endless labyrinth of choices and possibilites,
i love madly the people of this world, and cannot find the same love in the mirror of my desillusionment,
gratitude to the higher intelligence, and the barbarity of instincts eros and thanatos, the divinities of our confused arhetypal consciousness,
let me go, ectoplasmic entities that alienate me from consensual reality, i want to become, my soul screams for belonging,
and the echoes attract beings that i adore, worship and cannot give in to:::
i love you::::
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when love is ectoplasmic
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