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Wednesday, August 31, 2016
with what Eliza?
This is the open air prison in which we all play prisoner and guard whilst stomping on each others' paranoia. Neighbours tell cock and bull stories of blackmail and passive aggression. That is not as bad as it gets. Absurd tales keep a content smile on the inmates who have a kitchen in their cell. I don't want freedom from hunger, that's impossible, i want freedom to eat.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Eichmann Prozess
if you don't like my potatoes please don't dig up my wine.
the man who plants potatoes is soon forgotten.
it don't bother me, i'm sick of living and scared of dieing.
existence is a breath.
i tried to crawl out from underneath these institutions built upon death.
and...
they crushed me.
the persevering fire of existence is sacrifice.
spoken like a tyrant.
tyrancy is all that is left. the hitlerian dream has become soft. welcome to the new age tyrant; each and every a tyrant over their own Reich. a total fascism over the self.
what of the public demonstration of outrage, a call to change, the democratic system?
1789 was the last culmination of a resolute demonstration, since then it has all been desperate and confused aggregations of the impressionable and the ideological.
i don't believe you. you're a liar.
just read Arendt. then you will get an idea of just how pragmatic the germans have become. they jumped from nazism to communism and back into capitalism within a single generation. it is only to the Jones', den Nachbarn, that the german remains ideologically stoic.
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the man who plants potatoes is soon forgotten.
it don't bother me, i'm sick of living and scared of dieing.
existence is a breath.
i tried to crawl out from underneath these institutions built upon death.
and...
they crushed me.
the persevering fire of existence is sacrifice.
spoken like a tyrant.
tyrancy is all that is left. the hitlerian dream has become soft. welcome to the new age tyrant; each and every a tyrant over their own Reich. a total fascism over the self.
what of the public demonstration of outrage, a call to change, the democratic system?
1789 was the last culmination of a resolute demonstration, since then it has all been desperate and confused aggregations of the impressionable and the ideological.
i don't believe you. you're a liar.
just read Arendt. then you will get an idea of just how pragmatic the germans have become. they jumped from nazism to communism and back into capitalism within a single generation. it is only to the Jones', den Nachbarn, that the german remains ideologically stoic.
Monday, August 29, 2016
between huxley's savage and domestic
Of course the older woman offers the younger a place to stay, to live together, a cohabitation. It remains unclear if it is simply mutually beneficial or if indeed an underlying sexual relationship. Or perhaps even, the benefit for the younger is sexual development. An intersex tale. A runaway and an outcast. Not much better out here on the fringe, but easier.
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Friday, August 26, 2016
you will stay with us my son
Varying arms of the family tree pull at her with varying strength and effectiveness. She abandons one arm for another and all arms for herself. Eventually she searches for family amongst strangers. In the search she finds the words, but no one to listen.
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Thursday, August 25, 2016
my eyes see, but my heart does not feel
the earlier we have dinner the earlier the children can go to bed.
are they still grinding their molars in their sleep?
i have not noticed.
go on, get it off your chest. spit it out. what is it that you want to say?
i need to get out of here. i need to get out of this...this...this family.
do you really want to play that card now?
i am playing it.
what a surprise. why do you hate yourself?
just hurry up and execute me, so i can be on my miserable way.
you see everything through death.
i was born with white skin.
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are they still grinding their molars in their sleep?
i have not noticed.
go on, get it off your chest. spit it out. what is it that you want to say?
i need to get out of here. i need to get out of this...this...this family.
do you really want to play that card now?
i am playing it.
what a surprise. why do you hate yourself?
just hurry up and execute me, so i can be on my miserable way.
you see everything through death.
i was born with white skin.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
nelsson report
how was your daughter called?
melody.
whatever happened to melody?
she did not have enough vitamin D.
oh a vitamin deficiency.
yeh, that's a nice way to put it.
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melody.
whatever happened to melody?
she did not have enough vitamin D.
oh a vitamin deficiency.
yeh, that's a nice way to put it.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
fruity transaction
are you sure that you want that one?
yes quite. why?
well it is long brown and sticky. i wouldn't pick it up in the street.
this has a story attached to it and i'm not picking it up in the street.
what story?
...
so you want a paper bag?
no thanks, the paper bag has made the fruit bowl non-ecological.
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yes quite. why?
well it is long brown and sticky. i wouldn't pick it up in the street.
this has a story attached to it and i'm not picking it up in the street.
what story?
...
so you want a paper bag?
no thanks, the paper bag has made the fruit bowl non-ecological.
Monday, August 22, 2016
a change of optics
i found the old specs the other day, put them on and went for a walkabout. one said they stand out amongst the hair and give a strong line to the face. another said they have a feminine quality. yeh well maybe you will want to fuck me now, behind the skip, as the crowd beat down on the purse snatching. violence born out of a demo against police violence. the human monad complex is a movable feast. i think these old specs let me see more clearly. or perhaps the obscured view just pleases me better.
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Friday, August 19, 2016
Todeskreis
i guess i will have a beer and then another and another, then start again with a coffee and move onto the scotch. it all gets tempting pretty early in the game. push through it, exhaust the desire and get back onto the woody water tea and grass infusions. i am living in a leafy world.
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Thursday, August 18, 2016
decolonising the map
the white man colony in a black world suffers abandonment issues. those colonial powers want to cast off responsibility; you are big enough now to get on with it by yourselves, we have moved onto other projects. semi-autonomous nation states. this is how the microbe spreads.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2016
pleasure difference
sure city living limits the kitchen space but make use of what you've got. with a microwave, rice cooker and running water the imagination is healthily well fed. lead the at home vegan lifestyle without a fridge or stepping over the line from living to surviving. legumes are your friend.
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Tuesday, August 16, 2016
one piece of fruit a day
seven grapes is a snack. don't make the apples too big. take the shorter banana and not the one bursting at the seams. share a melon. split a pineapple. binge on berries. pare a pear. sun dried fig goes down a treat.
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Monday, August 15, 2016
quatre chemins à la recherche le repas
i could see what you meant to do, just go in for it slowly next time or it wont work once again. implement the fail better principle. what more do you want? i see what i can find and put it to best possible use in service of monad in plea of domination over existence. there is samack there you could do up with a little rice. i am not going to be able to eat it all myself and since when has monad ascertained a fixed singular identity. how hungry are you? have you tried that place around the corner; pizza pide place? one mean pizza but i think the pide is the way to go.
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Friday, August 12, 2016
Die Blattmaschine
we got to think these unpopular thoughts out loud. it is the only way to get them out there. come out with the news on the road; delivery in manufacture. use the brain. it is the last muscle left with exploitation potential.
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Thursday, August 11, 2016
on the joke factory floor
have you seen the hardline comic?
i left it on the junk pile come fire hazard.
i like it. i guess not everyone has their frontal lobes on full capacity. Most have more blood in their foreskin than in their forehead. Are you getting enough blood up there? Maybe you should have a little lie down.
just cause i didn't like it doesn't mean i didn't get it. not every joke is funny to everyone.
but if it is a good joke.
not even every good joke.
not getting a little too uppity on thyself. not a little strong throwing it on the to burn category?
it is a hardline comic.
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i left it on the junk pile come fire hazard.
i like it. i guess not everyone has their frontal lobes on full capacity. Most have more blood in their foreskin than in their forehead. Are you getting enough blood up there? Maybe you should have a little lie down.
just cause i didn't like it doesn't mean i didn't get it. not every joke is funny to everyone.
but if it is a good joke.
not even every good joke.
not getting a little too uppity on thyself. not a little strong throwing it on the to burn category?
it is a hardline comic.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
liesure time
what man could be spending money on if one had it. well, out there, sitting in that cubicle, one receives the same no matter the work being done. productivity without measure. nevertheless it goes better than the weekend, because there is someone telling me what to do. the weekend is never satisfied. i spend most of the time reading my mind to find what it is i want to do.
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Tuesday, August 09, 2016
dies on the end of a full stop
i know the difference between a lift and an escalator and der Klassiker. Beaming up from the screen, radiation into the brain, but it is nice to have the flashing pictures around to distract monad. must have something to do. no beer and no tv make homer something something. we are talking about writers' block, just to be clear, or the attempt to write with the complete deprivation of all stimulation. get away from description and focus on story. man meets dog. however, if a start describing a world, then the stories start to jump our of the woodwork. stories unfold from one description giving rise to another. perception is not static.
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Monday, August 08, 2016
shebang shefall sheded
slowly getting back into french, like i was ever in it. still slowly getting into the french...gide guide me my good fellow. enjoyed best with something good to drink and grass manure to smell. long sessions of l'immoralist and les caves du vatican...something about rats in cages. at the base of this quiet hill a good story helps me to sleep.
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Friday, August 05, 2016
karl marx platz
self loathing levels are high. hard to get a good walk in these days. stomping the grass through the park on the way to the watering hole every tuesday and thursday. i sit outside waiting for the market scraps to fall into my bucket. when the bucket is full i empty the glass. the affluent scraps keep this monad alive.
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Thursday, August 04, 2016
just another thirty one to go
i am getting back into the nasty habits whilst on the road. nothing holds me here, so i go there. i aint got much to do. i aint got much to say. everyone is busy, no one has the time, but that don't bother me. if anyone asks, tell them i am doing fine.
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Wednesday, August 03, 2016
gut bedeckt
the kids are in from chicago, we will bring them round to montmartre for the evening to spend whatever hard earned cash they have left in their pockets
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Tuesday, August 02, 2016
Monday, August 01, 2016
place the ever so rarely in form
i need to write about being right about to write on putting away a
smile a giggle from which i could not keep away pulling at my ears for
years always not really thinking right design shit works well write well
really well i push the brain i fold the flesh write the ribbon ragged
write the misses right the wrongs of flash photography i go off all the
time every time ticking waking turning turing machine to write to right
to it
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