I guess we all get freedom from our hallucinations…
how else you can justify this world full of infertile drunkards.
Everytime I was high, a part of me used to get itchy but at the same time everytime I was high, I could write mountains in verbs…
I had to choose between them…
And now I can’t feel that part anymore.
The part was my mind…
I am just a disappeared artist now without even a drop of mind.

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Photograph: B&H photo.

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