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Dear Diary, I am not artist anymore! I feel my lungs turn to black ash and i cough my future into the sink every morning. My tears taste like herring «under a fur coat», typical Soviet dishes that always made me want to vomit. Which reminds me of colonization, occupation and erased freedom. Freedom. that which we consciously deprived ourselves of while trying to appropriate it. Freedom is not a ...
Manifesto #444
Nov 19, 2024
51 Vues
I am afraid of men. I am afraid of women. I am afraid of non-binary, and I am afraid of binaries too. I am afraid of genders and transgender. I am afraid of responsibility. And I am afraid of irresponsibility too. I am afraid when someone opens the door, because then I suffer from bilateral heart inflammation. I am afraid when someone touches me with their fingers, because then I have skin herpes....
I am Afraid
Jun 10, 2024
137 Vues