Are you playing naked?
A new free and raw blog, as a necessary refuge for the written word. A little secret but not stuttering and spontaneously readable for anyone who would like to come there.
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A new free and raw blog, as a necessary refuge for the written word. A little secret but not stuttering and spontaneously readable for anyone who would like to come there.
2nd book of the Livre Tout | I've been wanting to let a rhizome grow in my building for a long time, but the walls weren't cracked enough yet.
1st book of the Book All | I spend my nights sheltered from you, despite your suavely mellow, hygienic and concerned voice.
But you don't understand that it's all about hours, days, context. That in a little while you won't be saying hello to me.
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
Work isn't interesting. It's being inspired that is. To be inspired is to be called to something more challenging than what was intended.
There's a wolf waiting for me at the end of the highway. Pay up carnivorous age. Doesn't mean I took a wrong turn.
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
The true individual venturing out of his isolation room, faints on contact with the air. He refuses to be legibly embodied in his words and deeds...
Empirical excavations reveal the root system of David Noir Production. Between the tortuous roots and the brambles are articles.