Actually, she is tired of everyone's Palahniuk references. His words used to be her Prozac but right now, everyone's making him sound ludicrously ridiculous. This sudden shift of her sickened cells are perpetuating into the smallest particles inside of her: making her more photosensitive and less comprehensible. She babbles nothing but bullshit. She gobbles anything but guts. Who cares? Everyone else does, too.
Ingloriously derailed!
Everybody's flaunting, everybody's so fucking great and there's not a room for originality and sensuality. All is constantly driven by some disillusioned alter ego. All is manipulated by heightened self-esteem. Who is not going to get tired? Who is not going to get sickened?
Human being by human being, each is detaching oneself from the other. Away from this whirling web of a wicked world. Away from you, furious assholes with illusions of grandeur. You know nothing but self-masturbation, and yes, that's a term coined by your ever-poignant idolatry, Palahniuk. We owe you a lot, sire.
Gloriously senseless!
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Actually, she is tired of everyone's Palahniuk references. His words used to be her Prozac but right now, everyone's making him sound ludicrously ridiculous. This sudden shift of her sickened cells are perpetuating into the smallest particles inside of her: making her more photosensitive and less comprehensible. She babbles nothing but bullshit. She gobbles anything but guts. Who cares? Everyone else does, too.
Ingloriously derailed!
Everybody's flaunting, everybody's so fucking great and there's not a room for originality and sensuality. All is constantly driven by some disillusioned alter ego. All is manipulated by heightened self-esteem. Who is not going to get tired? Who is not going to get sickened?
Human being by human being, each is detaching oneself from the other. Away from this whirling web of a wicked world. Away from you, furious assholes with illusions of grandeur. You know nothing but self-masturbation, and yes, that's a term coined by your ever-poignant idolatry, Palahniuk. We owe you a lot, sire.
Gloriously senseless!
Ingloriously derailed!
Everybody's flaunting, everybody's so fucking great and there's not a room for originality and sensuality. All is constantly driven by some disillusioned alter ego. All is manipulated by heightened self-esteem. Who is not going to get tired? Who is not going to get sickened?
Human being by human being, each is detaching oneself from the other. Away from this whirling web of a wicked world. Away from you, furious assholes with illusions of grandeur. You know nothing but self-masturbation, and yes, that's a term coined by your ever-poignant idolatry, Palahniuk. We owe you a lot, sire.
Gloriously senseless!
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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.
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