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Running on Cargo

Today I am remembering the time when they pulled me back and held me down and looked me in the eyes and said you just haven't earned it yet, baby.

Fuck you, kiss me.

visions disjointed and out of proportion

Fight Until You're All Right.

Slowly Fading Blue

You are excrement. You can change yourself into gold.

Bande à Part/Band of Outsiders

The Children of Marx & Coca-Cola

A path that isn't designed but rather is worn casually away by people finding the shortest distance between two points.

By a formal point of view a wall exists only as a surface, as delimitation of body and space and a wall doesn't know anything about the other one.

Simulation and Modeling of Turbulent Flows

dear everyone: please submit food/desserts/beverages via fax.

Design: 1759/60, Decor: 2008.

Maison Martin Margiela: Home.

Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.

Revolving upside down.

Venus, not in Furs.

The Nominal Three. Monument.

but don't look down and to-morrow and yesterday and everything except love

"When I consider the small span of my life absorbed in the eternity of all time, or the small part of space which I can touch or see engulfed by the infinite immensity of spaces that I know not and that know me not, I am frightened and astonished to see myself here instead of there, now instead of then."

I'm worn out, tired of my mind.

upwards from the street, sincere engagement with the magic of the autodidactic underground

In a field / I found a memory in myself / a light freed from deep within

You will go to the moon.

The shades between black and white are mislabeled: reality.

on my other mind:

Dividing by zero...allows you to prove, mathematically, anything in the universe. You can prove that 1+1=42, and from there you can prove that J. Edgar Hoover is a space alien, that William Shakespeare came from Uzbekistan, or even that the sky is polka-dotted.

You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

The light: faint, omnipresent. No visible source. As if all luminous. Faintly luminous. No shadow.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

We seek the absolute everywhere, and only ever find things.

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