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self determining
fifteen days to get all this shit together. it is enough to kill the inspiration until inspiration becomes necessity. keep doing it, the labour of love is insanity. we are turning the order on its head and convincing ourselves there in order to delude ourselves into control and out of determination.
awkward
little pieces of indecency unbutton innocence's chemise showing delicate skin, a slight of hand, a flash of flesh.
i never thought twice. it'll be alright. i didn't see a thing.
thirty saturn return to the womb
recently the ego has been focusing on itself, a heavy handed reflection in an endless workload, one unknown deadline, still unprepared unfinished and unreadable.
i hardly knew thee
these are the words of a desperate man, a liar, a cheat; the truth, that fable thing, doesn't stand in the doorway for him. english knew not the word exit until londonium, en suite the centralised empire-building, expanded enges Land ueber die ganze Welt and, take us of the rock, it will.
giving is more complete than taking
the only sense of english i can give you is the nonsense that english is. nonsense stretched out over the globe, living multiple bastard child of a dead tongue wallowing in chaos the birthplace of reason. sense comes not from order, but from the void. the ears do not hear the sounds, but the absence of sound. self from other, totality from infinity.
aucun styl c'est aussi un styl
eating was instinct. eating was survival. eating was an unsympathetic tradition. eating was a luxury. eating was a target market. eating was decadence. eating was murder. eating was style.
state and government failed to save us from ourselves. cease support for these archaic institutions. shut down the power that is feeding this machine.
trending
the individual takes the self slicing history pie slice.
inri
anyone getting into their thirty third year ought to consider themselves in the afterlife.
abends
i catch her staring out the window, looking down on the street below, putting each little piece of the day together.
trop serieux
i was brought up with a competitive spirit, bred with a lone wold mentality, taught to rely on no one and, to take responsibility for the victory as well as defeat. all in or not at all.
eat bananas fling shit
evolution does not stop at opposable thumbs, but do we want to be bringing everyone along with us?
i am the platypus
the black swan
minervas owl
pre coital
we got here, dried up in conversation, knowing all along that there is nowhere else to go. the questions are dead; what do you think of this? what do you think of that? does this mean anything to you? the language barrier hits its limits and i want to take you to bed, but i just do not know how to get my tongue around it.
i am just a shellfish duck
there are no wings on us, baby, we wont be flying out of here this time. it's our last night on stage. we're going down wordless. the applause will arrive after we're finished dieing.
i am just a selfish fuck
i make a habit of making a new tea every couple of hours to make it through the reading, the first edit, the montage, the rewrite, the cutting, the pasting, the rewrite, the cutting, the pasting, the rewrite, the cutting, the pasting and the stitching. tea time is an opportunity for a little reading of the something different. the world is text.
quote unquote
it is easier to train the dumber animals...says not much for us monkeys.
- animal trainer, the dick cavett show
dirty sea
Adopting terminally ill children brings no legacy. I am the old man washing myself with dog oil. I pick and scratch with my fingers because there is something writhing underneath the skin; dissatisfaction.
distance
a symptom of distance is a body. without distance perspective is absent. perspective presupposes distance.
heidegger
prosperous times, decadence crawling over the world ingesting the tight rope walker, move further away and closer; simultaneously moving in opposite directions from a lazy beginning to a strong finish.
les miserables
one story in three parts with nine books
repetition
culture, savoir vivre, is the presence of a resource and its corresponding mode of transformation. in the presence of grapes there is wine. here we do this with that.
addiction
i will eat sugar until my limbs fall off.
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