maybe someone will experience all of it. mess, clutter, masquerade, permanence. and they'll still want to care.
"frog" sabine feliciano, "paper bag" fiona apple, "after the ball" carl christian thomson, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind dir. michael gondry, unknown piece by ana teresa barboza, "holy terrain" fka twigs, "my bed" tracey emin, pearl dir. ti west
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Howard, five seconds after the credits cut in Pearl:
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I believe in nothing really,
I think when we die its just nothing at all.
Or at least, there are days I really hope its like that.
And some days, I hate the idea of reincarnation and having to live again.
I wish that I’ll close my eyes and be nothing.
I wont miss the people who lose me or that I’ve lost.
I wish that I’ll feel nothing, nothing bad or good.
Be like the end of a film,
just a character and only stories can be told about me now.
But I will not be there.
I wont think
Think so hard my wires burst and melt.
No more tears over passed seasons.
And I will breath nothing
See nothing
Be no one
Be nobody
No body to starve and tailor
This flesh will be wilting into soft earth
It will all at once stop, like sleeping without dreaming, the tape halting at its end.
Still, sometimes I hope I’ll see you again and again
I just don’t wanna do this anymore
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