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Thursday, March 31, 2016
Einkaufszentrum
Nothing in the life department. Next floor menswear. Call home to die in the memory of being born. The folk that remained did nothing. The wise returned with an idea, which enriched the land. Birthplace is the only heirloom I have. Forget the future fund. Forget the farm. Without the black sheep desire of walking off into poverty or looking into the prose of Hegel or the poetry of Rimbaud and seeing something to imitate, I would never have left.
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Nothing in the life department. Next floor menswear. Call home to die in the memory of being born. The folk that remained did nothing. The wise returned with an idea, which enriched the land. Birthplace is the only heirloom I have. Forget the future fund. Forget the farm. Without the black sheep desire of walking off into poverty or looking into the prose of Hegel or the poetry of Rimbaud and seeing something to imitate, I would never have left.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Bon Voyage
Glory, family, life, death, love, desire, youth, sex and property. Check and check. Current life position: going nowhere. All packed.
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Glory, family, life, death, love, desire, youth, sex and property. Check and check. Current life position: going nowhere. All packed.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Francis
Francis is coming. Maybe there will be a new life here for Francis. There is a new life here. Either Francis will grab it by the horns, or the horns will run Francis in.
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Francis is coming. Maybe there will be a new life here for Francis. There is a new life here. Either Francis will grab it by the horns, or the horns will run Francis in.
Monday, March 28, 2016
the sun, having no alternative, shines on the nothing new
here comes a sure way to beat the shit out of purpose; an every day
routine. Routine gets me out of the fear of death and back into a
working vacation. Back into hell. Did I tie up more men in my home town
than anywhere else? I know I drank everything, but I drank more
elsewhere.
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Friday, March 25, 2016
Nietzsche
i have just got to leave in order to return. i will come now. i make the commitment. i wander. i remain. i return. i miss. why not? quick! do me! bring it on. fuck. bring that. fuck. oh fuck me.
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Thursday, March 24, 2016
the new animal
the privileged species keeping instinct intact. the sex of no more enjoyment. nothing of the emotional blackmail and turmoil. a list of means without end. life never lets up.
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the privileged species keeping instinct intact. the sex of no more enjoyment. nothing of the emotional blackmail and turmoil. a list of means without end. life never lets up.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Brecht, Maybuchufer
an irony play; i knew him, a sunny saturday down by the market, sitting out masturbating to the tune of jollity farm. vinyl affair seeks lover to stick.
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an irony play; i knew him, a sunny saturday down by the market, sitting out masturbating to the tune of jollity farm. vinyl affair seeks lover to stick.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
alabama
whiskey induced night so blue. guitar and harmonica. keep the stories going. i know that i am older, done away with the realm of serious people doing serious things, eating regularly serious meals in suits and looking altogether to be taking themselves seriously.
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whiskey induced night so blue. guitar and harmonica. keep the stories going. i know that i am older, done away with the realm of serious people doing serious things, eating regularly serious meals in suits and looking altogether to be taking themselves seriously.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Tchaikovsky
white sauce mushroom owl with greens good for you. great for you health. the swan suite can be heard in the opening movement of Tchaikovsky's first symphony. the idea matured in structure form and style. arranement falls into place working on one point of contact. no matter how it may fracture there is only a single surface from which all springs.
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Friday, March 18, 2016
a)
a mix of words a read aloud affair a different idea a consonant error a noon correction a space me a look onto the page a dint a slow fuck a let me out of time a coffee and a cigarette a spell a little alone a go so so an ill shine a blue can a mat lost a worries tear a don't get it here a particular event of yesteryear a what then a possible yes a crossfire a slow and painful realisation a tone a not one but one a sam a confusion a before ink on the page a struggle a fuck a not yet lost cause a hey give way a desire a going to continue a helping correct the aussie a sift a sin a comeback an in out a fact an aid a foot a hand an unchecked page a wild thought an instant copy a fuck dirt cheap a giveaway a bog a half a double a throwaway a have to do a tit a craziness a net another a system a nothing sorting itself out a recoup an if a tall don't an out an out a tension a tis mis an is an in one out the other a retreat an is it if a bed a got to come a hard fact a lip
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Thursday, March 17, 2016
Hochsprache
predictions of law and contract. this survival is working well. institutions take up the generations of orphans. parents know the ideal position. the mountain hermit paradise is a typographical mistake. of all those who went before, still the same stories. language is dead. the world continues to change. the language does not reflect the ideas, it loses signification amongst the existent.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2016
what could have been
i am not worried they are at a considerable distance from my end of worries. flame store turned to dust. it was a long time coming. we still set up the daily trudgeries so that a life, although we count it in years, amounts to nothing. poop out something a little different, something that could be called an achievement; the complete works of Lenin, take from it whatever the fuck you can. And from the long and wandering recitation of Muhamet, violin dreams. you, Sophie, you slipped in over me lastnight. was i only dreaming? don't get me wrong, you turn me on, but i thought we were only dancing. you were getting out of this mixed up relationship, the toing and froing over a great expanse of land, but thinking breathing pragmatic me did not see it coming.
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Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Burroughs
a late night early twentieth century one man office tapping away. this would become my own safety enjoyment.
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a late night early twentieth century one man office tapping away. this would become my own safety enjoyment.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Tolstoy
i have heard that mental invigoration is very hard. especially for the lazy dumb westerner. nothing but the workforce, less work, are back to bombard the english accent with what ought to be russian. oh anne! mother is a complete let down. bridge over sweet nectar waters. it rains where it can; on the street wherever it was warm after all the heat.
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i have heard that mental invigoration is very hard. especially for the lazy dumb westerner. nothing but the workforce, less work, are back to bombard the english accent with what ought to be russian. oh anne! mother is a complete let down. bridge over sweet nectar waters. it rains where it can; on the street wherever it was warm after all the heat.
Friday, March 11, 2016
syrian tourism
the raving lunatics out there and the moon hidden somewhere behind the clouds. both pull on the precious bodily fluids. exert the brain, the big toe and the little finger. downstairs in the kitchen, preparing the rotting vegetables, is that growing hunger. a couple of pieces of pumpkin is all that is left to get catty over. desperate kitchen violence in the cold wet climate. here is no retreat out of the middle east. crowded and confused is the clarity of the roman administration. i've not yet seen the starving masses scavenging the gutters, running out the back, serving themselves europe on a plate, passing through, seeing the sights, paying a visit, contracting dysentry and having the runs for a week. a hardy way to lose that baby fat. with the office desk day job easy to put pudge o the gut, arms and arse. the gaunt look on the homecoming becomes the healthy slim figure after a few dahl baht.
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the raving lunatics out there and the moon hidden somewhere behind the clouds. both pull on the precious bodily fluids. exert the brain, the big toe and the little finger. downstairs in the kitchen, preparing the rotting vegetables, is that growing hunger. a couple of pieces of pumpkin is all that is left to get catty over. desperate kitchen violence in the cold wet climate. here is no retreat out of the middle east. crowded and confused is the clarity of the roman administration. i've not yet seen the starving masses scavenging the gutters, running out the back, serving themselves europe on a plate, passing through, seeing the sights, paying a visit, contracting dysentry and having the runs for a week. a hardy way to lose that baby fat. with the office desk day job easy to put pudge o the gut, arms and arse. the gaunt look on the homecoming becomes the healthy slim figure after a few dahl baht.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
diamond needle quadraphonic
i am getting down to it. for every hundred words i throw out ninety-nine. i keep the one that makes sense, builds a through line or constructs a narrative. we shoot any sounds we do not like. the sound maker is an abstract. we keep firing at the sound. a crisp glow on every round. the body is holed up on a tram; either the long way round or the end of the problem.
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i am getting down to it. for every hundred words i throw out ninety-nine. i keep the one that makes sense, builds a through line or constructs a narrative. we shoot any sounds we do not like. the sound maker is an abstract. we keep firing at the sound. a crisp glow on every round. the body is holed up on a tram; either the long way round or the end of the problem.
Wednesday, March 09, 2016
you know whatshisname
keep running from those who are in words. the coming revolution will not be televised. there will be no blood. humanity is holding out for real. get through this, keep going, stand out the window and only be that which is necessary. no need for understanding, just keep the feeling and the will to life. a grin on the face to the end of your days.
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Tuesday, March 08, 2016
un petite trou
let me start again perhaps i have not been very clear from the beginning perhaps this tool is to be used from the very beginning. sign and then i will drag you all the way over. better bring your paper trail with you, so that you may find your own way back. i take no responsibility for the lost souls distracted on the wayside writing in the margins and offering interpretations. you need not get caught up throwing me away. you and i both, we want the strong to rule forever with everyone competing against each other. do not make this an easier; work, blend in, propagate and experiment. the sugar addicts have chosen mass destruction and illusion over sustenance. slogans and Sprichwoerten drown lifestyle with our own conservative thought. death, if it is not my own conservatism then it is someone else's. Failing to recognise that will extinguish the race to the top, a desperate scramble trampling over the dead and stampeding the newborn.
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Monday, March 07, 2016
Haute Fidelité
the silk screen must wear the friction of contact
someone who thinks a good couple of bursts can finish me off who speaks from the catchphrases of american comedy who can win the crowd onto their side regardless of the cultural differences
sit fall or be really uncomfortable hat wear break the fucker in
no idea how showboat
man everyone wants the showboat the one that follows me around
i have to find a lover
there is no mystery to you
get the leaf float down the storm water drain on the way down bring this little ribbon
the bastard
return to life at some point
return you bastard
off hanging out making a real go of it speaking a language other than that filthy hand me down mess that cannot be erased getting worse
what can one do
cut the pons
understand underestimate pursue and savour suitable fun time fancies go lucky
how is you
john what kind of experiment
you need not leave anyone behind
for the sake of all that misunderstanding simplify your response
how dare you go about offering yourself up as some kind of authority ask a question and give an opinion that reliable inner monologue
you have learnt to sleep through the noisy delinquency of a rattling typewriter near the premature synthesis
death
nothing
age
how am i to get back into the context use all of a sudden the occa comes back
i understood nothing
what kind of language do you want me to speak
say nothing at all
great if the roof does not fall
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someone who thinks a good couple of bursts can finish me off who speaks from the catchphrases of american comedy who can win the crowd onto their side regardless of the cultural differences
sit fall or be really uncomfortable hat wear break the fucker in
no idea how showboat
man everyone wants the showboat the one that follows me around
i have to find a lover
there is no mystery to you
get the leaf float down the storm water drain on the way down bring this little ribbon
the bastard
return to life at some point
return you bastard
off hanging out making a real go of it speaking a language other than that filthy hand me down mess that cannot be erased getting worse
what can one do
cut the pons
understand underestimate pursue and savour suitable fun time fancies go lucky
how is you
john what kind of experiment
you need not leave anyone behind
for the sake of all that misunderstanding simplify your response
how dare you go about offering yourself up as some kind of authority ask a question and give an opinion that reliable inner monologue
you have learnt to sleep through the noisy delinquency of a rattling typewriter near the premature synthesis
death
nothing
age
how am i to get back into the context use all of a sudden the occa comes back
i understood nothing
what kind of language do you want me to speak
say nothing at all
great if the roof does not fall
Friday, March 04, 2016
Tolstoy
how to keep the roll on. i can rewind and make another decision or I can play the hand dealt. I do not know how it will turn out, I do not know how I want it to turn out. No idea. And I do not care. An overarching sense of beyond? Forget about it. Did you know that we would make it? Did you know all along? Of course, but how did you know?
In our case we could have easily been overlooked.
Too good be ignored you tell me. But I do not see it.
We are not the new capitalist experiment. No one has digested us. We are the quietly sitting behind all the game setting. All so happy to sit behind a fistful of dollars until our turn comes.
Revolution in full swing. The slave, the criminal, the never to be seen, the survivor, the not yet exterminated, the hidden, the escapee, the immigrant, the asylum seeker, the desperate get the fuck out of here types that would have been slung up on meathooks and us. Now where are, totally in behind, love all fear.
The mainland is easily taken by force. It has never been in a position to be maintained let alone defended. It will be a silent take over. My friend, you ought to be listening. To get the future planning down, this mess of wisdom, keep ready in mind who is going to be in the midst of the end.
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In our case we could have easily been overlooked.
Too good be ignored you tell me. But I do not see it.
We are not the new capitalist experiment. No one has digested us. We are the quietly sitting behind all the game setting. All so happy to sit behind a fistful of dollars until our turn comes.
Revolution in full swing. The slave, the criminal, the never to be seen, the survivor, the not yet exterminated, the hidden, the escapee, the immigrant, the asylum seeker, the desperate get the fuck out of here types that would have been slung up on meathooks and us. Now where are, totally in behind, love all fear.
The mainland is easily taken by force. It has never been in a position to be maintained let alone defended. It will be a silent take over. My friend, you ought to be listening. To get the future planning down, this mess of wisdom, keep ready in mind who is going to be in the midst of the end.
Thursday, March 03, 2016
threewords
published word = glory day.
written word = fine expression.
hard word = dull thing.
soft word = closed doors.
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written word = fine expression.
hard word = dull thing.
soft word = closed doors.
Wednesday, March 02, 2016
The Trial Der Prozess Le Procès
I am
in the room above with oil in the brain. I am up there in the attic with the toys.
Listening post. Look out point. I do to me...you have no idea what this
body does in a twenty four hour period in its own cohabitation. This
body has to live with me. And my wandering fantasy. The noise. The make
up. The hibernation pattern. I continue, every evening, the holy plan;
sneak, sneak, take a peek, right out from under your eyes, test country
will not match rickety lies.
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Tuesday, March 01, 2016
nomad
Wandering
masses have politics or an army. Wandering masses organise the planet.
Wandering masses are not in for any kind of bullshit. The city is no
stronghold against wandering masses. There are bigger, perhaps. There
are better, perhaps. There are wandering masses.
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