EVEN with an intention of bringing the mirror mess back into the lucid and luminous light, I still yearned for this spillage to be perfect (hence, no posts)...However, since the sudden passing of my beloved biological father (this life time)...on the 1st of this month, I've no time for even the thought of
putrefied perfect, rather this is: a rubber meets the road kind of catharsis.
Catalytic catharsis.
Contagious catharsis.
All I can hear is: One. Thread. At. A. Time. Love.
And.... Why. Don't. You. Post. More. Posts. Love.
Because, Dear Cacophony... and Central Splicing Station...
I. Still. Can't. Tell. The. Difference. From. Perceptual. Lies... Cultural. Bias... Patriarchal Propaganda... And The. Supposed. Freedom. Of. Expression.
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