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Kuva | | Henna Timanttimetsä

Dropped Socialist angel: What is this place? It is Sign of Storm.

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White headed body in the shadow of a platform, taking steps in rapid pace to direction of something in the dark. There is no light other that the ones of the train, lit from inside out.

Demonizing, structure of contempt. It turns out to be flaw of the r. She created a life for me in her mind. Her fingers pressed against her cheeks.

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El Moaour, the bottomless, the terrible. Compulsive need to fill to be filled. How about movement? What became of the abandoned one. She has to be punished because she wants it all. What happens if you give all freedom to female sexuality?

Charging

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Wrappings and packages, boxes, bags, plastics to burst
coverings of great delicacy, of something to want, desirable ones, items to have.

What is real?

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To take a dip into hellish visual reality, attacked by refined junk. Negativity in the absolute positive push. Finished, perfected, brushed and polished images.

Natura – Secrets of women

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Vulva is a door. It is a sow and woman riding it. She lifting her skirt with dagger in her hand. Sight chases the demons away. Pit of chastity, of virtue, entry, passage way, vestibule, horns of Uterus, Fallobian tubes, Interforamireum, space between two holes. Genitalis Mueliebris Ambitus. There was a time when female genitalia had no shame, women didn’t have to be ashamed of their body.

Labia minora kissing Venus Impudique

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What is written on your face?

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The hideous moment of not knowing, wonder the moment of wonder, of blue, what is the not knowing? Is there such a moment or is it not finding?

Emotion. Em. motion. Emm.

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Contextualized furor, living, aorta flowing, pumping, curling, suffocating in fullness but dehiscent,
to rupture and break open. It is something violent to live.
Trampoline on a yard covered with snow, a grey house and on its wall said Enchantment.
Reflections of passengers on train window. Their phones and laptops.

Making working and lasting mental Riot!