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Tuesday, May 31, 2016
yet another modern condition:
Silence drives the internal monologue absolutely bonkers.
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Silence drives the internal monologue absolutely bonkers.
Monday, May 30, 2016
another modern condition:
After eight plays the single is bought in order to fill the absence it leaves behind.
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After eight plays the single is bought in order to fill the absence it leaves behind.
Friday, May 27, 2016
a modern condition:
According to expert advice one sleeps through terrible noise and high pitched squeals all in a manner of becoming.
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Thursday, May 26, 2016
Paul Auster
Your feelings, so adequately expressed in words make earth. You, very nice and so, but you have to save face, I know. You are living out the remnants of your forefathers' dream becoming your nightmare. Take responsibility dammit man. Or else just give up. It all becomes too hard. No one said you had to understand. So let go. In the private language there is nothing more than community. Do you want these vegetables to continue to rot in the kitchen? If you do what you need, sometimes a little less, you can rope all living others into a social contract under force of death. Convincing argument.
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Your feelings, so adequately expressed in words make earth. You, very nice and so, but you have to save face, I know. You are living out the remnants of your forefathers' dream becoming your nightmare. Take responsibility dammit man. Or else just give up. It all becomes too hard. No one said you had to understand. So let go. In the private language there is nothing more than community. Do you want these vegetables to continue to rot in the kitchen? If you do what you need, sometimes a little less, you can rope all living others into a social contract under force of death. Convincing argument.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
ihr beide
You make me laugh in your planned
life together. It is the comedy of a modern day city pavement. I expect
you, but I don't want you, to suffer. Expectations have always brought
me disappointment. Ca c'est un cadeau.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Berlin
Sooner
or later you will find the winter cold difficult to use. Try try try.
It will be a serious disaster. Winter cold will pay you back in desire
satisfaction; either the end of sensation or left just not feeling
enough these days.
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Monday, May 23, 2016
decision time
Walk in or walk out, leave home or leave town.
The next corner store is only a ten minute walk away.
We want another drink don't we?
Sure, why not?
Yeh another drink.
We are now so far from home we may as well throw caution to the wind and our clothes to the floor.
Oh sobering morning light, save us from regret!
I don't need the company any more.
I would be more than happy to be alone.
Do you think I came here seeking company?
Why not at all.
What's that you say?
Absolutely the opposite.
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The next corner store is only a ten minute walk away.
We want another drink don't we?
Sure, why not?
Yeh another drink.
We are now so far from home we may as well throw caution to the wind and our clothes to the floor.
Oh sobering morning light, save us from regret!
I don't need the company any more.
I would be more than happy to be alone.
Do you think I came here seeking company?
Why not at all.
What's that you say?
Absolutely the opposite.
Friday, May 20, 2016
Sydney
Do you know this city by night? By day everything appears bent, as if the streets themselves have taken another turn. Each morning is a new walk. For it has been a long hard night. Do you know this city by night? She's a mean lover.
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Thursday, May 19, 2016
Blind Lemmon
I am looking over the brick wall and into the trees.
I am not high enough. I need to grow. I aint got no money, but I am the
happiest man in town. I go to sweep, I go to dust, yest I have got to
mop, but I am the happiest man in town. I aint got no home, but I am the
happiest man in town. I am all alone, but I am the happiest man in
town. I know I cannot lose, not with mop and broom. I use an explanation
in confusion, just whatever fits at the time. For there is nothing of
the institution speaking down from on high. I tell you a story, it is
all coming lose. Someone took it out from underneath me, the story that
is. I be ready to rot and the wise left living.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2016
round world ticket
On a
round trip pop culture was meant to die on the wayside having watched
too much television in the nineties. A generation interested in
everything, leading a renaissance in post modern schizophrenia, everyone
a jack of all trades, each fell into a booby trap in their own time.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Karl Marx Platz (fast) jeder Mittwoch und Samstag
At the end of the market day, for someone else, I was searching. Oh,
so desired someone. The next someone will come from some tribal welfare
state. The who thought another world possible generation. Biological
need overswept us and despite all that fighting and campaigning the same
old sinking feeling sucked us down and we fucked. It was the
anticipated procreation nightmare, which had us weeping for a public
end.
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Monday, May 16, 2016
Chopin
A flopping prelude to the nothing that is to come. A disappointing mess on the table top. Oh look out there is an ashtray lying on the ground.
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Thursday, May 12, 2016
sacrifice
Forget the transnational umbrella corporations. Cut into the required desire and make good.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016
breaking bad is not the same as getting even
Still
stuck? There there. All leads to kabuffasal. So go on, play truant
forever and light up your broken hands. So what if they do catch you, it
will only be a visit to the full circle. A kind interruption, that can
be only inconvenient to your truancy, but amongst old friends.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Bleeding Edge, 2013
My luck is out on the edge of a catastrophe. When it goes over the
edge I am going to bring the whole fucking plane down. Instant
disintegration. It is an all time favourite of mine. Without any hooks nor leads until the flight, you
will never know the half of it walking around Paris. Keep all the time
you have in an empty suitcase. My watch died at 220457 Tuesday the third of December 2012. That's eastern seaboard. The end arrives not a moment too soon.
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Monday, May 09, 2016
like spectre, like, that's a ghost right?
Dust on an english spy. Stay with it and don't let it get out of sight. See the beauty gift wrapped to go.
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Friday, May 06, 2016
entertainment literature
If you ever feel as though the page may be slipping from your own understanding, then take a sip from the dew of gods, a walk around the lake and a draw on the opium pipe. No matter your choice of poison, the system threatened is the system strengthened. The weak willed let a king benefit so freely from overflow. All valves open, system ready to receive labour and excrete copious quantities of shit. We live upon days of belief. Actors and writers have very little to do but all the confidence in the world. To be edited down to near sixty minutes is a sure sign of the modern attention span becoming ever shorter. Here is the micro-novel. The novelty novel. A little in theme dirt cheap method. Understanding unnecessary and, you do not belong here if you are not confused.
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Thursday, May 05, 2016
family
the
job of the scout is to go forward and bring information back but what
if i go on and perish somewhere along the track? all those who follow
will only find the scribbling left behind. an unfinished rambling. the
last joy from the first birth. all that in-between straight narrow big
small curved wretched dream is happening again what you are seeing is
actually occurring.
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Wednesday, May 04, 2016
letters from colombus
An epoch. no, no words are not exact. no no i am
not it, not now, not ever. i had only opportunity but no expertise.
colombus perhaps is the next word.
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Tuesday, May 03, 2016
ich versuche nichts zu verstehen, es heisst eine offene Gemut.
on the surface of
the earth i need not think everything is fun. no need to think. the
socialist dream is well over the brink of collapse. there has never been
a better time to destroy the flesh and give all up for desire. have
another beer, another smoke, another coffee, another croissant, another
cake, another coke. i want nothing, nothing more than a lofty frame of
mind.
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Monday, May 02, 2016
laphraoig
only boring people get bored. keep the imagination running around in
fine scotch oak. little did those kings of yonder think that a new
shrine of oak had ever existed. look here, shoot skyward, return to
heaven, to birth, to the blessed bottle. people want to drink these holy
lips. they will not stop. sick or not.
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