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evening sos
~the benefit it gives me far exceeds the cost of acquiring it~ he mutters to himself, encumbered
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FRAZZED
marijuana smoketastes like burger sauceno joke i went to take a toke of the stuff burnt my lip and paused where am i going?what’s that noise?why do i feel the sensation of all of my wrongs?
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You never quite know when your heart might go
Here some works are shared linked in with my own notes. AN IMPORTANT CYCLE [[Photography as the linchpin of visual media Digitalisation …
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NECSONNETS x POLYCHROME
in this first collaboration The Designer +Industry Experts join together for a fierce, obnoxiously colourful pirouette amongst a new landscape of textile. digitally printed on silk behind the lens of Gigi Yuxuan Zhang 001 2025. NECSONNETSDesign, Styling, Art, Edits @necsonnets POLYCHROMEDesign, Print & Manufacturing@tuuuseew@polychrome0724 Gigi Yuxuan ZhangPhotography, Set Direction@gigi_zyx
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Existentialism
Keep me tied right to my feelings The only thing left to look at Sitting Doting on a ciggy
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Home.
Home. The comforting thud of a door in its frame against your back. Alien senses lost out in the wilderness heedlessly returning, the noticeable throb of your fingertips, forehead and heels. Her jacketgot hooked to the door to leave a ruminating puddle and she dashed through the flat sinking wet…
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make eyes bleed
i feel your absence blind artist deaf musician tastless chefnumb lover all my senses came alive
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New Muses
It can feel nice to become completely nothing to no oneOccasionally need to drop the weight of all these expectations from your shouldersMay always pick them back up Give into observation Stillness in the busy day (The pear in my palm)Rustles of leaves that reasonlessly steal the mind away from…
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two Bottles & a Skull hoarding Petals
“if i happened to die here maybe i would be happy to do so” never does Two Bottles & a Skull Hoarding Petals (Digital Signature), 2025Owen Marshall 16 x 12 ” Board
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SO TO STAY SANE THIS EVENING:
dissociation as a form of copingof course, we know this from psycho assessment im feeling the pressure againof all my wrongslike my skull might crack open with the hatingpervading noise dry and heavyfrictioned to the floorand stuck to whatever place i feel so much disdain for you entertalkand all i…
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Channelling obsession(s)
We lay like nouveau models lounging in the gaze of eachother With such ease like we know what it means to be lovers Sometimes people just leave All of a sudden With all of those details you’d studied And the colours you could see In conceited summers, or clad in…
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Look but don’t touch
Here comes He who fears none but the whispers in his ear drum Welcomed by weirdos but still subtly scares them Just the nature of human to untrust someone by the complexion of their eye movements Don’t judge They’re just intrusive thoughts – runoff from the high torquing cortex he sports –That begun as…
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A section from the novella “Foliate Heads”
The Hallowed Castle pulled up from green pastures, like a stretched arm with clawed fingers. Unsettling the horizon – an embezzled glove – refracting opulence. Jumbling the rhinestones in her pocket, eyes frolicking at it all: Turret tubes, rare metal, cobalt walls with tungsten accentsCrystal portcullis’, diamond tipped spears of…
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叶空
I spend frequent evenings Looking over the river Finding my feelings reflected onto bellies of cloud We resonate with the hues Streaked across those pillowed ceilings And quiver too As they are leaving AloneBut with a gentle moon Revealing herself to me & many miles away to you Gently does the breeze seem to cast Bristles of an invisible…
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plastic rocking horse
In the hospital outdoorsQuadrant on the ground floora plastic rocking horse and planters Where shrubby trees with long stems were plantedleaves shed from them, exhaustedlaying on stones we played upon talkingas two preoccuppied childrenI can’t remember what i asked justknew that you were telling half truths and answered like i…
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Touch resistance
and i tried to pull away but she held on and didnt let go there i stood in the shadow of a bloated animal with sable long holes under foot and she rung me from its eyes, its seeping gaze that kept me frozen those wet pearls submitting in my…
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Malaise
Away from the silhouettes cast by sycamoresOutside of the shadows thrown upon the floor By iron corrugate that shelters fishmongersAnd the rows of townhouses which coddle the cobbles they and others walk The sun protrudes On mudflat poresOn striations of fieldOn frontiers of moody cloud And it smothers I and…
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Gazing where the light lays
I see black eyes twisting their necks toward the sun And weeds overgrown I see a bleeding heart and red painted tongues Rolled over rows of thorn I see someone picking pine cones from a bed of the unforgotten And pricking their arms I see myself in the reflection of…
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Trisha’s
We ellipsoids joining our circumference, over circular table on circular stools beside the circular scratcher circling her vinylsTwo big spheres in each of the two big speakers sinusoidally reverb as the basement livensShakers and movers painting the checkered floor with the soles of their shoesKicking with the cues of thick…
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Diffuse
“My shoulders bear a heavy weightOne thatSmoulders at itself in reflective glassAnd spends time observing the directionality of it’s gaze”He saysUndressingLike an opening lotusStanding under directional lightTallHandsome Fabric about his anklesThat just fell limplyStepping in one motion from them and into dissolving liquidCrawling up the hairs on his skinTo the…
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Browned Jade
I am a victim babyWhy don’t you come and save meFrom the placesI trap myself? ~~~ Little primroseSagging under the weight of her thirstSatiated by someone else Prostrate for the dropsRolling down the back of her throat Those jewels that coalesce on the tip of her tongue Stretch outBack to…
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We are not in love.
Thick, spheric, spilling viscous reflex over her thick cigarette. She striates the albus streaks with pipette spouts of inhaled excess, blowing harshly out, expellingFrom the bathroom window a chin, throat, apparatus and the smoke, all stroked in the thick mix of the lulling pigments, chanelling weeps of the fettered mirror.…
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Shucking
Through the thick tar of nightShe delivers a handPurls me from my frightPearl galvan woman Delves the silver vestibuleOne last timePulling tight the seam over our fissured visageFrom whence Unveils a slim sutured olivineNimbly unwoundPresenting me from its insidesA cigarette and a light I thank her kind incisionsAnd dehiscenceAnd she…
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23 March 2024 @ 21:29
Occasionally I do thingsBecause I want to give another person my preconceived idea of the experience of it – it’s purely selfish.Rarely am I able to confirmHow they actually perceive meI just see them and IThrough my eyesLetting all the images seethe inAnd only upon recollection try to generate some…
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Good Exchange
Swollen, bloated, satiated, inflated, distended, appended and then relenquished of it all. Unfettering tool; seppuku without the autonomy. Mmm, yes that is what awaited me.Dilated sum (£), 4am in the evening (not slept, only see morning out the sheets of my bed), we were being led through crevice antithesis’, up…
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Floating amidst ensanguined dreams
Torn up bedsheet, wires underneath like a thong string. Wears it uncomfortably, itchy mattress, itchy shoulders, smouldering at a vision of self harm from earlier. Turning to scratch it, hits the searing, welt skin, having some kind of tantrum – groans incessantly, disturbingly, rolls back – sinusoidal temperance. One cannot…
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Don’t worry dear Pamela, I’ll do my scientific best to command your fleet
I’m in a graveyard with a charged ray gun, aiming it at vacant headstonesI’ve not pulled the trigger once, and there are kinks in my arm and a sway to the barrel’s direction My dusty coatIs stroked in a muddy mixture ofPrismatic gamma glowAnd lunar reflections Pivoting about on a…
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Hypogeum
Let me just preface my memories of this are all a mess –Protoplasmic echoes of delectable sex and co-dependencemix about waiting on death, trapped with other fading prisonersin the hypogeum of my head I call Subconsciousness Of all that killing, not one regret one has to admitI can more or…
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Vietnam – Crystal Castles
BODIES, bodies, b o d i e s it started out with only molecules moving between themfrom their nostrils, puffs of breathing but quickly developed a feeling intrinsicto the otherwise isolated fear in their thinking i envisagemy blood,bledbledwith wide legs I’m dead so you can pre-deem consent Alice will you…
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“Letter Unaddressed”
Smooth squareLustrous marble reflecting the gazing air Silence whilst the bells ringBut there’s ash in the street Boot heels clinking like casino chips against it George rickeyPost Monet exhibition suggestions Beetle bus cricketingShaking its gutsSitting in the 11th isleReflecting Vienna It’s been two weeksSince my last correspondence I’ve journeyed some…
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MotorHuman
her still cold intestines were there just for showscooped into an engine block simply for looksled bulbs in the roof licked the upper curves of chromethat sowed and knotted into guts in semblence, pistons pumped her heartthe translucent fluid seenpermuting through the arms she stood claspedat the extremitieswith scuff marks…
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dododododododododo
i seriously can’t actually cope there is so much frozen feeling stopping the flow of my vein when will you let me go you know i’ve wondered for timewonderful wine and sip on grapes –im sinceredeath rulesand policy makers near i am going to make an estimatethat there are many…
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Worth it?
You’ve lost your beautyTo the abusiveNeglectful musesYou keep pursing the sun following the moonis increasingly useless to you As you drift from conceptions you thought you knew Anti-gravitational thoughtsLeaving you with unearthed rootsFree to floatOr be pushed around by wind currents Increasingly in conflict with your needs as a humanLetting…
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Human is as close as I am
Frayed nerves Bare ends Splayed outwards From my skin I can feel everything and anything I imagine I’ve lost to my screams Delayed words Come out as blurs My heart beats and mind beeps at the means of a violent breeze It stops flowing over me — There’s little benefit…
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ode to the painted woman.
Gallowed eyelashes hung tenderly from their eyelids. A slab of nose jammed through the rocky terrain of her pore-addled, paprika coloured skin the shade of deep embarrassment. One juicy looking cherry red pimple stationed itself atop the perch of the woman’s nose, and at the opposite end two ridge like…
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Emergence
Do you want to rule the world?What about your own? Actualise your fantasies without negative outcome? Reinvent life for those you hold close? Do you want to know How many times I’ve lost myself in that pose? Just thinking Wondering where did your life go? As I stand here resting…
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Draugr on the shelf
Palpitating heart, Fucked lung Chest spasm Or starving stomach ? I’m spiralling from self volition All these compounding collisions Rapping on my inner wisdom My inward visions Birthing cell ignition A fission of neuroticism
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Dire Enervation
A spell crackles through the sky originating from far Looking to ionise anything caught in its path You’re stood measurably from an arch where adjacent walls lurch Sable void dichotomises right where only pathetic words were left As streaks crawling towards you, fingering the ground, it’s realised That the bolt…
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Untitled
Comfort is such a fleeting feelingSometimes you can consciously craft soft surroundingsother times you notice that the knot in your stomach has simply just loosenedand for a brief period of still, unconscious comfort becomes understood by you I felt thisInfused lemon herbal tea steamed the passages of my airwaysdusting at…
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There are others too
Burning bridesmaids & their candle wick plaits A sunken hearse A hug for your grandmother to slip fingers in her purse Turning eyes away from her, when she tells you loneliness hurts Back to wicker wood flats, with faulty electric outlets A drunken first, young girl turns down a street…
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Plaster Phrases
wounded table bent over in the cornerstove top coughing on zoot smokefridge ignoring everyone and thawingfuse box needed a reboot though I was occupied on the fumes furry blue crawled all over obscene in this room breathed in volumes that tend to wounded me love will later lose it’s necessitybut…
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