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    In Memoriam Thomas De Quincey

    “The breakdown product of love is drive”


    When the horny ghost shits his pants and you're curious what the big bang means in provincial parlance and how I manage the transitions of the various projects, when it's all one and the same trickster god that doesn't exist with expectations from everyone's sewing box embarrassing psychologists who even their aunt doesn't trust. 


    Aunt Irmi.

    But where are the Josephines when you need them?

    Egon Ripper

    So I peel, cut, cut out, dry the most diligent molecular sublimities in my darkroom at sixty degrees, while I surf Worldpackers and really get the great desire to leave this stupid country for eighty or two hundred years to do something useful like India Teaching children English, or giving animals in Cape Verde the feeling that not everyone in the world is obsessed with being assholes. 

    And this or that Eco and NGO Project needs a slightly improved website, social media support and the rest of the time I write real stuff and kiss colorful, honest girls from eight continents. It's called a plan.


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    And then the first heat wave of the summer that is still to come hits you with mysterious timing, how you could wrest the silence of the Ants trip on that Monday, having a great time in the always open supermarket, how they tumble in and wait and I'm in the middle of it, it's quality of life, undeniable, you could do that make a lot of the supermarkets.

    MAN COULD SELL RESPECT, AND INTELLIGENCE. IN THE SPECIAL OFFER, MAYBE ALSO LOYALTY OR GLOBAL THINKING.  


    It can be a bit organic while I watch the two big Bayb Boys, muscle dynamized, Generation Fitness, both with leech marks up to the base of their necks, oh yes, Powerlover and Bandidas, so sweet, and chips and cheap drinks end up in their wonderful bellies and swim along Rice cakes into lifestyle stupidity.

    I am amazed in love, again and again, existence is decoded, there is content for unbelievers, and the cards are played with open cards. 

    BUT


    What use are circuits and wiring? The best use here is a break at the hamster wheel's feeding trough. But the misanthrope in me should never be misunderstood, I like to be very thoughtful, I like them one way or the other, it's more surprising than hating. And I love the world because there has long been something that breaks up this matrix, confuses it. In an asymmetrical redesign.

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