Kaascat*
The works of Chrysa Chouliara
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SOMEBODY
IS MISSING
At first was only sounds of unborn babies dissolving in silence and a red electric carpet to kept your feet warm from a natural blood bath.
Blood turns cold when it dries but only a few people know that.
A bubble gum machine gun for children under three to kill their fears it would be the best gift for humanity.
My skin was not my skin anymore so i could see under it; orange muscles glitering in the dark with the warm brightness of a halogen stove, red and blue veins reveling beneath it. The blood traveled to the heart with the power of ten drunk horses following the flow of a double crossed destiny and an ego centric madman.
There was no frustration in words but the ability to speak was lost due to technical inconveniences. Red Green Blue composed a symphony for lonely people all in one box. I see you see me through a glass and although all the bridges were cut we could still make connections following the rail pathway in the room. Walking blindly, touching walls trying not grasp the reality of a four wall dimension.
My head was not my head anymore so I could look through it.
IS MISSING
At first was only sounds of unborn babies dissolving in silence and a red electric carpet to kept your feet warm from a natural blood bath.
Blood turns cold when it dries but only a few people know that.
A bubble gum machine gun for children under three to kill their fears it would be the best gift for humanity.
My skin was not my skin anymore so i could see under it; orange muscles glitering in the dark with the warm brightness of a halogen stove, red and blue veins reveling beneath it. The blood traveled to the heart with the power of ten drunk horses following the flow of a double crossed destiny and an ego centric madman.
There was no frustration in words but the ability to speak was lost due to technical inconveniences. Red Green Blue composed a symphony for lonely people all in one box. I see you see me through a glass and although all the bridges were cut we could still make connections following the rail pathway in the room. Walking blindly, touching walls trying not grasp the reality of a four wall dimension.
My head was not my head anymore so I could look through it.
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Maping Nowhere


Nowhere typically means a place that doesn't exist or a place that seems like it doesn't exist. other definitions are: 1) no place; 2) not near anything man made; 3) not placed on a map.
Nowhere (Norfolk)
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According to 19th-century directories, Nowhere or No-Where is a marshy area by the River Bure where the villagers of Acle, Norfolk had salt-pans to produce salt for food preservation, etc. Originally an extra-parochial liberty it was formally incorporated into Acle parish in 1862 and the name no longer appears in maps and gazetteers.
Nowhere (1997)
Dark: L.A. is like, nowhere. Everybody who lives here is lost.Going nowhere is a destination.
quote by Kaascat.30.3.09
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