Swooning so hard to creations of my own making, both beautiful and destructive and a transfixed awe at those that magically combine both, like Nicolas Winding Refn films.
Like marveling at the beauty of a storm in slow motion, wreaking violent havoc and destruction on bodies, but exquisite in its motions.
I can feel it in my jaws. Like a tingling. Like a spiraling of sky haze.
Music being one of those most transporting things...
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