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Studiengang
how could i continue to forget the stupidity of others when the examples come thick fast continuous smacking in the face a brisk breeze act on all the information one has don't pay heed to the fear tactics employed the running around town look out here comes time come crushing down upon the skull upon existence did your get it all done too late forget it now worries no need for hot water now one has time for washing up after all that never worked out the heating system for oneself anyways happy to sit in the negligent cold nothing but the work around saving on the energy bill turn everything off not getting it together have to buy another one fork out of your own pocket no care on this side of the subjectivity write a note knew prior knowledge expected it to happen a takeaway service a reminder of one's own negligence relying on the other to act never in the aid of self let the kitchen sink be taken away again no one looks out for the value or use of objects for the other a continual battle to get anything off the ground a claim for land a stake a longing to get the project off the ground remove oneself from the physical getting in the way perceived as a junk collector how much of that do you want whatever could one do with all these things just because you do not see the value in ... casting dispersions and value systems in the street anywhere else and the critical engagement would carve you to pieces but here everyone else is living in their own ideal wonder land walking around with the eyes closed to the demise oncoming freight train impact blown back to the stone age here comes the flood...
das Opfer
pouring whatever nourishes you back into the body settle for nothing less than that filter out deadly poisonous shit in whatever forms that may come in no matter how bright the packaging in the first instance packaging is a pretty good sign of shit good shit has no need to sell itself in attractive appearances or clever jingles switch yourself onto recognitive mode of the bodily feedback cycling into a head wind weather watch on rain change sun shine passes between cloud schizophrenic conditions informing qualities of mood people living within a change as quick as the weather can only be afforded by city landscapes auf dem land all is calm and quiet standard norms of behaviour pressing firmly on the border controls from the centre of the metropolis hired thugs hoon around asserting the sticking points of how we do things round here play the tourist card a god like image swallows one whole eighty percent of Berlin's income generated elsewhere how about sorting that shit out before wallowing within the rot ampel of a fahrrader quaint policy making the way things are done is what the point of fighting over is all about riding the wave of cultural domination ought never to have walked away without enacting Carthaginian peace this head will rise up again a fear that breeds troublemakers and enough of the horde that will never remember that will never learn the yes man for a staggeringly sickening argument of twisted logic since when has the best for all not benefited the individual what is the all compromised of if not individuals a linguistic sticking point a notional concern of ideal arriving at a firm conclusion in the realisation to be carried out as such pulling at the other one i cannot get a grip on the absurdity talk walk stalk you are made of chalk wash away begat and gone
abholen
plenty more to grasp lieing already on the ground all around bend over take the time examine well and consume just what about the animal instincts can i let go jumping out of control get a handle on this animal put one in place yell and get under wing nothing so much to raise the voice i need not to outside the subtle pulling along but inside the home screaming contests are building up on the level of taking a seat sit lie down stay carry nothing like the weight of meaning to accrue action very little to nothing forthcoming especially today of all days out of touch in a particular way running amuk an overenergised searching through the possible limits of exertion not on a particular destructive mode or habit just one of complete disobedience what is the expectation of getting something out of doing something going for walks the getting back what one puts in leftovers for lunch tomorrow back up a pie those fruits have got to go just not for it in the fresh eating variety a poor choice nothing of the quality sourced from where i hail from this mixed blood cheap labour far and wide travel distances no one has any sense of quality what fruit could taste like the doubling over overwhelmed in taste sensation an intensity growing up with a budding explosion of colour flavour nutrient culmination in a single object
take note today i fed another whom i have never seen so much as lift a pan from the cupboard shelf as to even look as though he would know what to do with it but i have seen a single dish present itself out of the convenience of the deep freeze a cheesy conglomeration packed under crumbs baked sided by fried zucchini who knows i may even turn that down if it were offered just a forlorn look he was driven to ask for a little bit of food einbisschen zu essen no bitte no danke turned down an offer for more as i got up to get myself another helping excusing thyself to run off to work sitting all this time on the couch beer in hand dozing to youtube clips returning home without subsistence from the outside world i see nothing of the garden being turned for fruits of labour the sour sod ought to be eliminated from sight
aufgeben
what of the composition appearance of the otherwise than a façade of confidence hold a position in theory but self destructing on the inside scathing comments long eyed looks hold a silent repose nothing can touch me down here in the i don't care disregard throwness suspicion for all else open for a surprise just surprise just surprise written off thrown out without attention go on and do something extraordinary
piecing together the paperwork for an extended stay what of the other intentionalities possible outcomes the bicycle coming through the door walk through an apartment like there is nothing in the room an exercise in solipsism a persuasive argument love to hold onto but the foundational tenants of which presuppose the notion of something other an opening in the subjectivity to the other as certain possibility however this by no means goes so far as to justify the conscious activity of perceptions of the field the input receptors reading in so far as they are written onto and ascribe into
where does feeling come into a process of recognition where does phenomenal experience come into a process of recognition what are the correlates between phenomenal experience and conscious experience further how can these be mapped onto representations of the biological body the corpus what are representations of the corpus what is the ontology constructing the knowledge of a body where grows the tree of values within this system of knowledge who are the claimants practicalities use application get a little ahead of oneself considerations only remain on the hypothetical theoretical leave something for the sociologist a bone for a dog that has outgrown its domesticity a city castaway a lonely rescue for the symptoms of the sufferers of ego in a modern age needful of the other as a means an object to extend a will over to exercise control
from whence this desire to control
preparation prevents piss poor performance
kein entshuldigung
quick lap dance round the room dog shit vomit and piss spread evenly throughout all available living spaces got to laugh at the face of it no skin of this nose a lucky through gate sleeping relatively easy where does someone else's hound become my problem have a heart to care look i am not taking it out on the dog nothing of the sort but pick up your own game responsible mum gettin pissy at the flatmates get onto yourself where do you rest on the abilities of the other where do you get reliability from how to assert your assumptions why place the blame in a short through sentence and we are done i don't have an excuse i don't need one
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