The Perfect Model of Self-Hatred

Hendrix Q.

  • To long for the space in between, to yearn for a space without expectation and that self of yours that you have many a qualm with. That is to entangle yourself in The Gap. The Gap is what an idealist carves their clay world with. A place with no good nor evil, just a space, that is all that it is, because it is all that you need.

  • Creativity is the bloody nectar that weeps from every pore of this soul of mine. That nectar that loves vigorously. That nectar that loathes aplenty. That very same nectar that makes every individual fleshy being, Human.

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