in the most radical way
i made the final leap of objectification
I became the rupture
I became the object
splitting myself into atoms
but I was still an object

everyone who I am
is all in one I
even the nothingness of me
and then I see who I can be
no one and many ones
because I am always someone
to I, to you, to them, to i
there are only leaps and movements
but the most ironic counter-argument of this
is the existence of a single body
capable of only being violated
an object subject for violence
stab me
pierce me
slice me
kill me

but only when i saw myself as an object
the reconciliation occurred
I am an Object
The Other of I the Unstable

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when I rubbished away those thoughts. 13 days ago I proclaimed the end of this site. But obviously it was not meant to last. The timid me left. I am back. An object spawned by the personalification of the blog. My identities are divided. But I realised, essentially, I am who I am, embodied. Violence and Pain can still be inflicted to my physical body. There is no absence for the body. Just pure presence. Only the mental persona can be divided, but they all belong to the same source, only different interpretations and receptions.

And all I offered, now, is the foray into a known unknown territory of pure nothingness, towards the state of knowing that I do not know myself only to break into fits of Nietszchean laughter, but crying solemnly in a Bunyan way. Dragging my body along with those fits of instability and subjective shifts.

Pain is a state of fetish-ness. the consequence of desire. the desire of something without caring what that something is as itself. Always an image. Always a real image.
Ask for nothing. All is vanity. Trust no one. Not even yourself. Trust trust. Trust with your eyes closed. Trust without any sound. Silence. Noise and pain surrounds you. And then the final leap will not be far away.


We do not belong here.

But as I find myself belonging to here still.
I dare only to proclaim:
I love