All acquaintances, that I still have, hurt me, Raven. They tug at me, without, that i could say, Why. It is, because they confirm, that I lived and spent many years in her presence, fought and sought a companionship. Aber j ...
off topic_Sennett you are needed
I was on a dating/meeting site on a Friday night. Instead of my size, Tick hair color and pastime, I wrote a small, but detailed bio. Below that I put one of my email addresses. Prompt eine Stunde ...
Why Melancholia by Lars von Trier made me cry again
What do I care, when melancholia shatters the earth? Fear has given up on me, Angst, from which I drew for many years, you too .... was mich erschüttert beim zweiten Filmabend mit Lars von Triers Melancholia ist das immerwiederkehrende Motiv des r ...
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When I was alive, Raven, I inevitably felt, having to run a parade. Why does that occur to me?? Maybe because I just woke up and had a dream: I had to walk through a kind of valley, anfangs zierten riesige gelbe u grüne ...
Foucault_from a conversation with Claude Bonnefoy_1968
'... I read all these texts, by breaking with all intimacy, with which we can stand with them, avoiding all effects of recognition. I try to present them in their singularity, in their greatest possible strangeness, and ...
Foucault_Conversation with Claude Bonnefoy_1968_
'When I faced the impossibility, to use my own language, I noticed at first, that she is a strength, has a consistency, which is not simple like the air, that you breathe, so no absolutely imperceptible transparency. Dann erkannte ...
Andere_E.M. Cioran
'Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.'
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All this, Raven. curled up. So little. Raven. Rich existence, unreachable far away. Rich existence, Good, what an abundance of gifted life. So little, so much Raven. A thought in a room. Two eyes, two arms, two legs. And inside: ...
Eclats_another waking dream (out of agony)
scar, degree, when summer retreats, Misunderstanding monochrome, without reflexes, without colors. go to bed, half thinking, half asleep, a wait, that never tires, like a bus shelter. Missed the first bus, the second. Ang ...