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It aches, my sweet Lord! And that's my confession. I won't repent for my mania, it's your sane men, they've stung me with their sanity.
-Her Schrodinger's Cat
I dance on my own grave. Don't touch me, I'm a sacred fool. And I'm the happiest.
Her Schrodinger's Cat, Mania 2003
The memories we carry ultimately dissolve into what we fundamentally were; the tiny wild flowers, the rapturous first kiss of a teen couple, the coral pink tints lingering over the sky, the flock of sparrows, the lo-fi melodies, the cup of cappuccino being slurped in the balcony. Isn't it cyclical permanence disguised as impermanence?
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Ninth Insight
To walk down the night through the stars, just to melt in the mellow morning beams, peeping out through the fog!
-epiphany
I tore my flesh until it oozed out poetries.
-epiphany