200 Uploads.
200 visions,
I had.
like a circle,.
like a breath.
I'm here,
Further.
Why?
I'm absent,
sometimes.
I was shooting,
I am shooting,
brain needs no lens.
shooting is transmitting, translating, words,
thoughts.
I was listening to colors,
I saw sounds.
No, no mushrooms.
Strange feelings are strong back. Am I back?
in front of real walls,
little soldier.
Sounds like a real vomit,
sorry for that,
this is my language,
and no english in my house.
I wish my head was a camera.
Now back to frustration.
neither predator nor victim.
I'm here.
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