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neurons in a galaxy of acid

Gonna keep this blog rolling. Keep the voices and lose my self.

That's what I want from art and life.

To lose myself.

To become less self-consciousness.

To experience experience.

I'm in Poland. Recently finished with Korea (but Korea will never be finished with me). I'm seeing parts of the world I never thought I would see. I get depressed and lonely. But it's all worth.

Just make me stronger and don't kill me thank-you very much!

Need to heat up my bones. Keep it cooking.

Maybe I will stay in Poland for a long time. Or maybe I will move to Russia next year. Or maybe I will move back to my childhood home (Ireland). Or maybe I will move back to North Carolina.

For now I've got a lot to explore in Poland and Eastern Europe.

Listening to a lot of gangster rap since I moved to the shit captial of Poland. It helps psychologically. It changes my gait. I tend to get overstimulated so music can zone me in.

Another reason art is vital for me: I need the mindfulness.


JWG said…
Korea misses you. They are going to nuke me real soon. try writing under that. you go away, you don't get flat
postpran said…
yeah man. Don't get nuked. Hide some Kimchee under ur bed in case u have to go underground for a while.
Cantadora said…
That's what I want from art and life.To find myself.

Run away from Katowice, Marcus. Kraków is a good choice. I was born in Kraków, and I'm going back there soon. I'm dying here. The places like this are deleterious, composed only form absences.

Cieszyn, Gdańsk, Wrocław there are good places to stay longer, but not Katowice.

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