About
I live on the flash.
Nowadays before sleep the undone and uneven invade me,
It gives me special talent for emotional slavery,
It suggests me that all the names impoverished the images.
I start to like the crooked verbs and invented words.
It makes me believe that everything that doesn't exist is beautiful.
I dig at the unlimit of my being,
I don't care about the denounce of words. what has metering is their wild part, their allowances.
I am making myself of nothingness: memories, imagination and desires.
I always had use for nothing.
So is than that I began to dream, and leave through misunderstanding. I like things that undo.
I unhave a lot.
I am constantly unlearning.