No other food particles is swimming in my stomach right now but the filthily scrumptious bits of local canned sardines. Its stench lasts like a full-length medieval film. How its scarlet sauce jibe with its canned creatures' frail spinal column and their goosebumps-inducing shiny scales - is just plainly mesmerizing to one's lingual buds. I have eaten preservatives of the same kind for two times in less than a week but that isn't a sinful scenario. I am fleshly nurtured. I need this to compensate my minimum smoking vice.
Almost everything is almost artificial nowadays. The only thing that remains non-derailed is a girl's lachrymal projection: her default reaction to a love story being foretold by a she-Japanese protagonist whose other half is already past her present tense. I am too feeble when it comes to shedding actual chick-flick tears, this I solemnly admit. It's square. Even tourists who smoke have tear ducts, too.
I am not artificial, that's quite the least to say before this full stop.
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No other food particles is swimming in my stomach right now but the filthily scrumptious bits of local canned sardines. Its stench lasts like a full-length medieval film. How its scarlet sauce jibe with its canned creatures' frail spinal column and their goosebumps-inducing shiny scales - is just plainly mesmerizing to one's lingual buds. I have eaten preservatives of the same kind for two times in less than a week but that isn't a sinful scenario. I am fleshly nurtured. I need this to compensate my minimum smoking vice.
Almost everything is almost artificial nowadays. The only thing that remains non-derailed is a girl's lachrymal projection: her default reaction to a love story being foretold by a she-Japanese protagonist whose other half is already past her present tense. I am too feeble when it comes to shedding actual chick-flick tears, this I solemnly admit. It's square. Even tourists who smoke have tear ducts, too.
I am not artificial, that's quite the least to say before this full stop.
Almost everything is almost artificial nowadays. The only thing that remains non-derailed is a girl's lachrymal projection: her default reaction to a love story being foretold by a she-Japanese protagonist whose other half is already past her present tense. I am too feeble when it comes to shedding actual chick-flick tears, this I solemnly admit. It's square. Even tourists who smoke have tear ducts, too.
I am not artificial, that's quite the least to say before this full stop.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
