Ill/Sick-ness | Thakoon Addition Maui Printed Cotton Sweatshirt

I can feel it inside me, penetrating me. It surfs the waves of my blood, crashing into the walls and damaging my network. Soon it'll reach my heart, then I don't know what's going to happen. It lives off my life, this parasite. It dives deep, cherishing the moments underneath before bursting out with rebirth or reincarnation or reloading. Every current that passes tries to bring the sharks back. They only want to protect me. But their fins wave less now because of the knifes that saw through them. Every time I unfold my hands, to embrace this parasite, to make friends, it chops my fingers down, springing them down to a fist. I can feel myself getting weaker. There is not enough water in my body to sustain me. The heat burns within me, making me hotter and hotter. My heart will give up soon. It gave up some time ago actually. But my mind keeps going, hoping that if I keep my eyes open long enough, I'll see the day the parasite becomes a symbiont. At least.. if I don't make it, my body will return to the stars, and, from there, I'll be able to continue watching.


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Witness | Pret-a-Surf Colour-Block Sweatshirt

"Mommy, mommy, look!"

What innocence. What curiosity. And the rarity of it now.


"Yes, love, it's rather bold."

"What do you think?"

"Minimalist. But I do love the simplicity."

Oh how kind. Now who is this?


Finger to her lip, with her eyes inspecting the frame and its content, she tilted her head and smiled, looking at it over and over. Seeing, digging, deeper, dreamer.

What a doll, this one. I wonder what you think Miss 'Rouge.' Your lips do give your sensuality away. And your hips. A lovely pose indeed. A little misguided, yet you know what you want, don't you? You're a figure fit for power. I can see the ambition in your eyes.


"Hey Loden, what about this one?"

"That'd be perfect for the study! What does it cost?"

"Hello, excuse me? Sir? Sir! Over here!"

Her smile is gone. She stares back at the couple, whom wave their hands excitedly about to get the gallery owner's attention. She turns back to the frame, and walks away.

Farewell Miss 'Rouge.' Perhaps in a different setting we shall meet again.


Night falls over as the moon takes its stand. The lights are shut off and a dark figure creeps.

Who is this? What is your intention? Wait. I recognize those lips..


She takes the frame off the wall, tucks it into a large black case, and creeps away.

You crimson bitch, where are you taking me?!




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