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Tuesday, January 31, 2017
pig on a spit
Mixed up in murder, is there any way out of this at all? The wrong man is going to swing. The mob, they have often got the wrong man. Best guesses have been at the start an attempt to get the right man, but to bring forth an accused and throw stones. How good are you at avoiding stones?
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Monday, January 30, 2017
separate worlds
Make friends with the whole world. If you want the people to understand you have to speak the peoples' language. That is where they are coming from. Minorities have their own language, but also need to learn the language of the mob. Nothing like a bit of cross-cultural confusion to put lives at risk.
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Friday, January 27, 2017
Eve's apple
Yeh yeh yeh independence is a key notion of identity. Out there, have a look and mimic; be the otherwise than. Line up and ram another atom into your pair.
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Thursday, January 26, 2017
without privacy nothing for self
The slave does not have to fear death any more. Jesus was a union man and so was Mohamet. The master gives the apprentice respect for the age and experience. The apprentice gives the master hope to learn something.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2017
an echo of future former self
redfern street
biopic
nothing
no
trout mask replica
to the cat
in the middle of the street
met an untimely rubber disaster
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biopic
nothing
no
trout mask replica
to the cat
in the middle of the street
met an untimely rubber disaster
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Boris Vian
In the subjunctive moving to indicating move out of the head and into a world on the hour on hour walkabout journey. I am seated with the necessities within reach you have at least for to move your arse for the pissfest that eventually comes from the consume the thirst the dry desire the intoxication the training and draining of the brain.
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Monday, January 23, 2017
Friday, January 20, 2017
claim to legitimacy of authority very shaky
So, at the time you didn't think: wow, there is someone with the same great taste as I have?
No, of course not. I thought: who is that bitch coming in here dressed like that? What is she thinking? Does she really believe that she can pull that off better than me?
Really? Why did you talk to me then?
I practice a policy of keeping friends close, but enemies closer. I had to make sure you were not as cool as me.
Yeh well, that didn't turn out right did it?
How's that? Don't you remember the guy?
Which guy?
The one that said to me that I don't speak any german, but I will still end up fucking you.
That's not the words he used. He followed me from the living room, where he had already talked to me and, he joined our conversation and his words were: that girl is taken.
Sie ist vergeben.
And I said: hier ist niemand vergeben.
Yeh, but in the end I think he saw it.
Er war wie ein Oracle oder so. The sign of our fashion gods on our bodies and this oracle telling us that we are already given to each other that is a powerful beginning isn't it?
Powerful.
In the beginning he was just a guy that disturbed me, whom I wanted to get rid of, which is why I went into the kitchen, where I met you.
Well it wasn't hard to meet me. It was my apartment.
Yeh, it wasn't hard to find you in there cooking on the stove, every corner covered with your handwriting.
I pissed in every corner.
Yeh.
We really need a bit more wine don't we.
Beer is good for one person, for wine two.
You are multiple persons.
I am the mutiple.
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No, of course not. I thought: who is that bitch coming in here dressed like that? What is she thinking? Does she really believe that she can pull that off better than me?
Really? Why did you talk to me then?
I practice a policy of keeping friends close, but enemies closer. I had to make sure you were not as cool as me.
Yeh well, that didn't turn out right did it?
How's that? Don't you remember the guy?
Which guy?
The one that said to me that I don't speak any german, but I will still end up fucking you.
That's not the words he used. He followed me from the living room, where he had already talked to me and, he joined our conversation and his words were: that girl is taken.
Sie ist vergeben.
And I said: hier ist niemand vergeben.
Yeh, but in the end I think he saw it.
Er war wie ein Oracle oder so. The sign of our fashion gods on our bodies and this oracle telling us that we are already given to each other that is a powerful beginning isn't it?
Powerful.
In the beginning he was just a guy that disturbed me, whom I wanted to get rid of, which is why I went into the kitchen, where I met you.
Well it wasn't hard to meet me. It was my apartment.
Yeh, it wasn't hard to find you in there cooking on the stove, every corner covered with your handwriting.
I pissed in every corner.
Yeh.
We really need a bit more wine don't we.
Beer is good for one person, for wine two.
You are multiple persons.
I am the mutiple.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
marks on the wall
Es ist Wein. Man muss der Wand streichen.
Naja, es ist Weisswein. Man sieht es kaum.
Das macht nichts.
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Naja, es ist Weisswein. Man sieht es kaum.
Das macht nichts.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Dolly is My Country
I love a sunburnt country,
A land that's stuck in time,
Where legislators are corrupt,
But if you ask all is fine.
A stark forest stripped of subsidy,
Tragic health and education fall,
With sapphire lined pockets,
Some pay for a little more.
Core of my heart, my country!
Crikey mate, bloody hell, streuth,
All you who have not loved her,
Best if you just stay aloof.
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A land that's stuck in time,
Where legislators are corrupt,
But if you ask all is fine.
A stark forest stripped of subsidy,
Tragic health and education fall,
With sapphire lined pockets,
Some pay for a little more.
Core of my heart, my country!
Crikey mate, bloody hell, streuth,
All you who have not loved her,
Best if you just stay aloof.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
jim & dave
sunrise and sunset are moments between purple haze and electric blue.
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Monday, January 16, 2017
W. Somerset Maugham
A light bulb about to die is just buying us a little time. I do not see anything wrong with it in this instance lost on a pancreatic track of insincerity. The path of a good man is upon a razor's edge and there is nothing more to come of it than cuts to the feet.
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Friday, January 13, 2017
Chomsky chomps cheaters
multi-national corporate making secret deals with state bodies. the people are the enemy here. i am not trying to take the whole thing to pieces. i am just trying to get the walls out of their positions of privilege and into a life of nomadism following the birdsong and sun. The sun aint yellow, it's a chicken. Go get back into the coup out of the sight of the fox.
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Thursday, January 12, 2017
kitchen conversation
Are you like this to everyone?
No, not at all.
You're a little tense.
Perhaps ignore it. It might go away.
I do not understand most of what you say.
That's not uncommon. I say the right things. They are difficult.
Do you believe what you say?
I trust them. Something worth understanding deserves trust...hold on, we can discuss this, let's be reasonable. There's no need to be pointing that knife.
The telephone is the death of conversation.
Let's calm down.
The cinema has become escapism, a death experience, death within life without dieing.
Put the knife down.
Welcome to beyond the junkie execution.
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No, not at all.
You're a little tense.
Perhaps ignore it. It might go away.
I do not understand most of what you say.
That's not uncommon. I say the right things. They are difficult.
Do you believe what you say?
I trust them. Something worth understanding deserves trust...hold on, we can discuss this, let's be reasonable. There's no need to be pointing that knife.
The telephone is the death of conversation.
Let's calm down.
The cinema has become escapism, a death experience, death within life without dieing.
Put the knife down.
Welcome to beyond the junkie execution.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
voluntary small world post wall
The mother calls and calls to the cat that mother threw out not five
moments ago. There is nothing to say. The cat has the people trained
round here. She has them humming to themselves, pouring out food,
opening and closing doors all day. The cat is too cute for the kid.
Every lock is turned twice. Sicher ist sicher.
If you lock yourself in then you lock out the world. The grey matter begins to rot away. The packages come in from the factory through the door slot to be consumed. Soylent green is people. My paranoia is the only thing keeping me alive. I keep the storm alive in my own battleship of a nightmare. I hide behind the covers and batten down the hatches. The house is no longer a home, but a prison. The inmates are the wardens. The sentence is self served for the crime of thinking that one could be free.
voluntary small world syndrome: post wall
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If you lock yourself in then you lock out the world. The grey matter begins to rot away. The packages come in from the factory through the door slot to be consumed. Soylent green is people. My paranoia is the only thing keeping me alive. I keep the storm alive in my own battleship of a nightmare. I hide behind the covers and batten down the hatches. The house is no longer a home, but a prison. The inmates are the wardens. The sentence is self served for the crime of thinking that one could be free.
voluntary small world syndrome: post wall
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Bernie Tiede
I would simply bring myself down there in person and show the disdain on my face, enter not into conversation, but close with the bakery response 'will there be anything else' and Bartleby's signature 'I prefer not to'. The passivity of a post-modern saint.
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Monday, January 09, 2017
much too much
Too tired for fucking, too tired to keep working, to tired to push on through to the other side, I have much to do and little time to do it within. I must keep going if I am ever going to come close to bringing anything to a finish. The task is just so massive. Just how much sleep did that character Jesus have in the end? We must make the characters have a much grander life than the author. The character must exceed life itself. The character is already dead. Beyond death. Explore the aborted foetus as character:
The crying from the kitchen. The crying from the maternity ward. The crying from the unborn. The crying from the fear of bringing a child into the world is the worst crying of all. We leave no one better off than we. The world is in a worse state than when we found it. How is your corner doing? We had our fun and now the sucker is going to burn under our flame of desire. It is getting a little hotter every day.
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The crying from the kitchen. The crying from the maternity ward. The crying from the unborn. The crying from the fear of bringing a child into the world is the worst crying of all. We leave no one better off than we. The world is in a worse state than when we found it. How is your corner doing? We had our fun and now the sucker is going to burn under our flame of desire. It is getting a little hotter every day.
Friday, January 06, 2017
Schillerplatz
Theo has not made a move.
How long are you going to sit there?
Well until someone tells me I need to leave.
It is not at all sympathetic this place.
A fly is buzzing through the kitchen and I think the flatmate is crying in her room.
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How long are you going to sit there?
Well until someone tells me I need to leave.
It is not at all sympathetic this place.
A fly is buzzing through the kitchen and I think the flatmate is crying in her room.
Thursday, January 05, 2017
carnal knowledge
So what are we going to talk about today?
Our day is over, it is time to go to bed.
A bit early.
Almost nine o'clock.
Yeh and-
We woke up at six.
We still have an hour.
We could make love upstairs for once.
I don't know about you, but I have never made love for a whole hour.
I could give you a little break inbetween.
I don't know if that would do it.
That one french chicky you told me about kept you going all night.
All week in fact.
Kept you up all night.
You are talking about the columbien.
I will have to use her method.
I don't think you are familiar with her methods.
Well tell me more about her methods.
They involve arse licking. I'm not sure you are up for it.
So that's what you want?
Its not like I asked for it.
It came voluntarily?
Uhuh.
What would you do?
What would Jesus do?
A very good question. What would Jesus do?
Ask Mary Magdelena.
Yeh and...
She might know more about it.
Too bad her book got left out of the final cut.
Well what do you expect from a bunch of old men masturbating over little boys?
What would Jesus make of the modern church? Would he even enter the cathedrals?
I'd like to see him overturn the tables of wall street once more.
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Our day is over, it is time to go to bed.
A bit early.
Almost nine o'clock.
Yeh and-
We woke up at six.
We still have an hour.
We could make love upstairs for once.
I don't know about you, but I have never made love for a whole hour.
I could give you a little break inbetween.
I don't know if that would do it.
That one french chicky you told me about kept you going all night.
All week in fact.
Kept you up all night.
You are talking about the columbien.
I will have to use her method.
I don't think you are familiar with her methods.
Well tell me more about her methods.
They involve arse licking. I'm not sure you are up for it.
So that's what you want?
Its not like I asked for it.
It came voluntarily?
Uhuh.
What would you do?
What would Jesus do?
A very good question. What would Jesus do?
Ask Mary Magdelena.
Yeh and...
She might know more about it.
Too bad her book got left out of the final cut.
Well what do you expect from a bunch of old men masturbating over little boys?
What would Jesus make of the modern church? Would he even enter the cathedrals?
I'd like to see him overturn the tables of wall street once more.
Wednesday, January 04, 2017
coming soon
Spend time where no one spends it. Shed a little bit of light on dark pages. Another shistory back up there on this chair I have a good vantage point, but the prey is down a burrow underneath a cellar trap door. Fear does wonderful things to the domesticated animal. We have domesticated ourselves into extinction. Long live the mutation. Long live the Uebermensch. Get a revised edition out there. Something much more thoughtful, drawn out and historical.
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Tuesday, January 03, 2017
Matthieu Marre
Roll those images out and send them to me. Je vais faire un cadre à la maison, pas de soucis.
But which images?
It wont matter. In the end it will be to people like Small to decide which one is important. Hegel, for instance, had a portrait of Rousseau.
No man, that was Kant.
Are you sure?
Yeh. I am the one with the portrait of Hegel.
You walk the line of the writer.
Sure I stay in character and am always photogenic.
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But which images?
It wont matter. In the end it will be to people like Small to decide which one is important. Hegel, for instance, had a portrait of Rousseau.
No man, that was Kant.
Are you sure?
Yeh. I am the one with the portrait of Hegel.
You walk the line of the writer.
Sure I stay in character and am always photogenic.
Monday, January 02, 2017
Jemand, der über sich oft redet, versteckt sich.
Sartre at the keyhole
Tobias at the kitchen sink
Looks through the window.
To think of the other is to think of oneself.
If I perceive something then
I am perceived.
A sense of exposure
Develops a means of
Meditation or alienation,
So the subject may
Perceive without being
Perceived
Or
Perceive without the presence
Of the other
Or
Perceive without perceiving
That one is being perceived
Or
To be under the illusion
That one is perceiving
Or
To perceive without being
Exposed is not to perceive
Or
Undead?
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Tobias at the kitchen sink
Looks through the window.
To think of the other is to think of oneself.
If I perceive something then
I am perceived.
A sense of exposure
Develops a means of
Meditation or alienation,
So the subject may
Perceive without being
Perceived
Or
Perceive without the presence
Of the other
Or
Perceive without perceiving
That one is being perceived
Or
To be under the illusion
That one is perceiving
Or
To perceive without being
Exposed is not to perceive
Or
Undead?