Your filth with mine,
isn't that love too?
Friday, 14 March 2008
Her Shit:6
It was that other him again. His face was now unhuman, just a fixed grin and those evasive eyes.
At this point... at this point I myself doubted him, and even more I doubted myself, what am I? Do I have another face, am I like him?
"The Unconscious handles the true strings,
The Conscious just acts like a blind puppet.
never knowing what are the true reasons."
Am I but some residual self, excreted by some other self more like what I had witnessed in him? AM I SHIT?
Aren't we all in a way, a piece of trash?
A product of the unconscious trash?
UNCONSCIOUS SHIT, THAT'S WHAT I AM.
At this point... at this point I myself doubted him, and even more I doubted myself, what am I? Do I have another face, am I like him?
"The Unconscious handles the true strings,
The Conscious just acts like a blind puppet.
never knowing what are the true reasons."
Am I but some residual self, excreted by some other self more like what I had witnessed in him? AM I SHIT?
Aren't we all in a way, a piece of trash?
A product of the unconscious trash?
UNCONSCIOUS SHIT, THAT'S WHAT I AM.
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