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“It’s not the drugs that make a drug addict; it’s the need to escape reality.”
Dareh of self Depreciation
Frida Kahlo painted what she wanted others to see. Strength. Beauty. Magic. Simple virtues are easily lost like pebbles in a cold stream. Look at the people who ask for little and give a lot. The feminine experience is shaped through bursts of color. The Goddess is the sky, vast and permeable. The God is lightning, an electric discharge. Heat fills the air, and the expansion creates sound. One plus one is two, and with two appears a third. Thunder. Acoustic waves expand awareness; sorcery of the senses. Shock waves ripple, and the cosmos is born.
The advice I would give is to remember how to love. Dress in velvet. Wet your feet in a stream. Lay on your back and open your eyes to the clouds. The earth translates mysteries at midnight. It's your beating heart that sends letters to those you adore. Suffering is not individuated; it's a puzzle of pluralism. You cannot resolve what others will not see. Wherever you go, there you are. The truth is, there is no binary. Good and evil do not exist. Defining eternity is detachment at its finest.
Identity is a mask; you choose the band and feather. Decorate as you like, and the lovers will find you. The custody of the heart is located in repetition. Succession. Succeeding. We are breeding through the brittle pain of existence. The cave is the controlled version of reality. Shadow and light exist in tandem. I escaped the chains by developing pleasure in my presence. Cold cuffs on my wrists. Flowers on a grave. Her hand holds the brush; he is the paint. All we have is our objectivity amongst the subject of existence.
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