Do you think it is getting louder?
Louder?
Yeh, louder?
No.
You're probably right.
There is a bottle of vodka sitting on my desk.
Shit, why did you not grab it?
I thought you could smell vodka from a mile away.
How about we go back and get it?
How many chances do you want?
One would be nice.
Baby, you know you ain't doing me right, don't you?
Why? Are the ponies upset?
Don't you here them a-coming?
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We will take a bet. That in world war free the less one loves the longer one lives.
There is no better environment for trade than a war environment.
I am not so sure.
Machine gun rhythms are in time with the profit machine. Masses living for today and spending like there is no tomorrow.
What a harsh kicking survival.
It is not so bad for people like us sipping on the sweet wine of liberty.
Where do I begin?
From the top.
From the ground up.
Alphabetical order of course.
Of course.
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Have you stopped grinding your molars?
No.
Have...
What do you want to ask?
Have you farted?
Yes, already.
What a surprise.
You know I love to fart. It is like shitting in the air. On sent dans tout cela qu'il manque kelka chose.
Do you really have to? Do you at least hate yourself?
Hurry up and execute me, so I can be on my miserable way.
You see everything in terms of death because your skin is the color of death.
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I don't have enough vitamin D.
Put it down as a vitamin deficiency.
Nice word that.
Deficiency.
Reminds me of your mother.
Just what are you driving at there?!?
You said it yourself.
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Long wide and always brown. would you pick it up from the street?
Sure, if there was a story attached to it.
Bring your own story to it and then you don't have to spend any time looking for one.
Time is hardly an expenditure at all.
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Brussels is not home.
Well that is a long commute.
Yeh, just over six hundred kilometer.
It's work on the road for me.
That must be tough.
Well I don't have to go anywhere. Always at home. always at work.
I couldn't always be at work. I need to get away.
I do, I do. You are going to have to call me a taxi.
You're a taxi.
No seriously.
No seriously, you're a taxi.
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Die jetzt in Margerite Museum arbeitet meinte sie dann ja Okay das Geld ab zu holen. Lotta heißt sie. Meine gute, sie hat gesagt dass sie ein Gutschein gekriegt hat, aber ich habe das Geld in Bar bekommen. Quasi.
Fill the void with quasi.
Fill your arse.
Fill your fucking heart.
It's all lies of course, none of it actually happened.
So why did you bother going to the museum?
Here this is for you.
Gosh I didn't realize I was missing something.
Eh?
Well, you are basically saying to me, here, I think you could do with this in your life. Whatever this is. What is it?
Just open it.
It has a lot of jagged edges.
I don't really know anyone well enough around here to be giving gifts, but I thought-
You could break your neighbors' windows and then replace them.
Wouldn't have to do more than replace them. Like some kind of reconciliation gift?
Did you break them?
I didn't.
Why would you?
I wouldn't.
Marriage only locked me away like some sort of trophy to be taken out and paraded for show. In a drunk fit I had thought on a grecian hemlock escape. However in the end I went out for milk and never made it back through the front door.
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You can do away with insult if you always be a stranger to language.
It's too late for me.
No it isn't. You could start another life.
How many lives are you intending to live?
Intending to live? I said nothing about intention.
Well now I understand nothing.
That's only a slight error.
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Jesus taught me that the promotion is bonk and that the lowest is the highest. So I tax my ego out of the material world by selling my labour for a cup of tea. When I finally get all the failsafes in order there will be nothing left to do, but build a crisis in order to fabricate a new dialectic.
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Es geht über dein Horizont.
Qu'est ce que j'ai dit?
Une question peut-être.
J'ai envie de la connaître.
Tu es folle.
Mais non, c'est vous qui est fou.
These conversations put the mother tongue into hard and uncomfortable places.
That's how we know we are moving beyond funny and into the ridiculous.
Why do you keep coming back here?
This tongue is not native to this head. I just got to find the right sound and I know my tongue will jump right into it.
I am not going to teach you.
I am patient.
I am not.
We will get out of our heads and onto our feet. Then we can do away with our rubber souls and feel the radiant earth against our skin.
How is that going to help?
Sprache ist ein Gefühlssache.
I have a little bit of understanding wandering around in the back of the brain. There is a dash if sympathy in my bones. If I am not going to take the ideal to bed and make love to her then I may as well go back to bed alone. i won't forget.
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I am not waiting around for the rocket to take me out of this world. Sin is now. I have done my research. There is no hiding from Satan. So I think it best to run toward him with open arms. Satan does not punish. God punishes.
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I eventually read Miller to discover how he survived the daggers of the street and the stabbing cold.
You should get yourself to a Greek island. You will be taken care of there.
You now I have travelled all over and have left every place.
Why not stay somewhere?
It is a form of entertainment.
Sounds more like panic to me.
How's that?
Death now comes quickly and silently from above.
Are you talking about the drones? Cause thinking about them keeps me awake at night.
You ought to read Pynchon.
I did flip through something of his with rockets. But in the end I was still twisting my neck and grinding down my molars.
It worked for me. I stopped biting my nails.
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Business as usual is the motto driving the local economy in official peace time. However the war economy is the stronger economy, where people play out the patterns, the percentages and each other.
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Did you think everyone was happy over there in the West?
Why? Were they not?
Victory is not everything.
Not everyone is happy for victory?
Perhaps it was not a victory for everyone, not even everyone in the West.
For whom then?
Well, for example, there are those with market capital, who exploit those without.
There is slavery in capitalism?
Sure, just don't say it too loud. You'll wake the dragon.
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There is no energy crisis in here with faces powered generators. Out there they are still digging upbeat and throwing their bodily fluids into the oceans. I cannot eliminate idiocy, but I can limit it ever so slightly.
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In my cave I a the ultimate passive aggressor. My victories are all Schadenfreude. I get a hard on watching a plastic shopping bag burst open mid-step crossing a main street. A spilt milk and broken egg ejaculation.
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I don't think that the beer is safe to drink and if the hot chips get any worse then there will be riots on the streets. I do not go anywhere near the take out boxes any more. The last time I did not identify any potato at all.
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I am rethinking the nuclear option as a silent fart in a crowded elevator. Just because I want out is not reason enough to take everyone else with me. The goal has never been to get one lunatic through to the colonies, but to raise a family to continue to colonize. Yesterday I could not live with her lie and now I cannot live with mine.
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A strange love yes I will give you that, but we did love each other unconditionally. And how that love changed from the movement you first embraced me to when we laid ourselves upon the ground. We were lonesome. We were a long way from one and without money. Above us the sky was filled with musket shot. It was the beginning of a post nuclear family dressed in a fashionable green radicalism and competitive spirit.
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