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changeling @ 2006-03-01T04: 56:00

another night with Trevor Reznik, or? or ...? And All That Could Have Been. weird!

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arrrrrgh! could sleep since flay sleeplessness with the knife or in the supply-hairpin (sappho sounds already like 割 腹) but at least nine inches for future cases of repetition and, alas, I ... confused and sleepless as I said had done as it will ever end, I arrrrrrgh! yes it is bad breaking pickets and trenches, real, unreal virtuelöl forward design but my eyesight blurs rarely, repulsive, disgusting, vitriol, in case only arrrrrrgh!
fucking shit things and howl all bums, oh, what do you mean just Pooh Pooh and even cute, oh wolves which came in under dogs stray dog blond, this close dreck community and I in the raptus, well that can be fun, haha, maybe I should again ne bitter pill to swallow cynical about?
but only in general goes, oh I do not laugh. "Same procedure as last year? Same procedure as every year ... ² if it would be, at least for years, but the date may extend human understand so here, yes the Nietzsche who said what hats. only good shit he parliamentarians also read stacks of genealogical morally, otherwise man would have him still be taken seriously.
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why ask your head it's your hips that are swinging
life's for woman us to enjoy
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feel the pain feel the joy
and side step the little bits of history repeating


but there are as yes again by the returning of the eternal, the same old ... damn it, I arrrrgh!
gottverdammtehimmelschreiendeeinfachnurzumkotzengrütze, and always in the middle of the night, good moon you're so quiet, why always so turned on the wrong brain, I disclaim, yes. lick me but, damn, I mist Aaaaaaaaaaah!
yep, yes, jawolll, a world model for the!
schalfen, hello, I wanted to sleep just do not be angry feline look saddled, triumphantly shaking the freak chest, I won and still more so if it goes as it runs, schlampenfotzenhurenhimmel again, must it always be spinning, aaaaaaaargh !
must oh how tragic that other world that this decision world and wants to be world kannich how much compassion raise should I, how much understanding of how much "mature" damn curb again, slow down, even stand to which, however, the arbitrariness, and indeed the arbitrariness which is today so the post, is not it?
everything soured real, hyperreal greetings can really soap heaven, oh how it bores me disgusts annoy arrrrgh
the raptus does not stop and the never ending story turns her round to hold up to send the girl signs with numbers on it and I'm just a number.
and who makes me sleep / lie, with Lovecraft or the vernacular, depending on what there is and just sleeps and lies and yes or sometimes openly but defiant and determined that the resulting self-satisfied then I know yeah
arrrrrrgh!
black cat three times, eh?
if only I could find a wormhole so ne old worm-eaten, but perhaps it is the late revenge of the small town, with its beginnings, the slow detour term keys and I can not escape, there is no chance to escape, yeah arrrrgh, then in fact not violated by the reptile, and I come just as with any cash.
yes because it gets stuck, ay there is the rub, but I want to sleep nothing more.
but the good ophelia ...
human again, I'd be horatio, so really present times, but the hydra-headed dragon stupid bitch kassandra and then the shadow of this brut, brut brut!
medusa stone and I was in what looked rather put make-up, Out of Control so a little again makes for effective small girl, revolting, repulsive, disgusting
I raced out of here, the first white screaming for something like a long time, and in the middle in the morning where I have long wanted to see this undiscovered country ...
chicken head, oh damn shit nu ice dreaming from chiba, but each abwehhr will fail this Romanticism head head head, how heartless hearted, failing heart of the hyper-real neongenesis, and I am to me as long as the best "shonen" what?
nix zero out I will not say a word about it and if not then famous, and last, break with the hammer circle-circuit!
is lands end, dead end, the road to nowhere is a natural so I arbitrarily set limit reached gain, worth knowing about, already covered? the wave curls and stumble over the broken ground wave the neck slip staatsaktaffäre, disgusting.
one final scream and arrrrgh! and ugh! primitive and I threw the first and last of the omega man died and then the screaming and DIR can be no matter, as long as I have only good serve out my time and make you leave even under my eyes, yes, Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
something no damn dirt shit I want to sleep yet!
of the Friederich Friederich was a arrrrrgh! He tyrant .... trallala a little wall with his head against the run all apathetic, instead of the liberation front always by is wall headless by what is already gone, allows experienced no more, (futuristic talk, we forget the other connotations)
was there again the bird in the hand for a short moment und dann und dann und dann vögelgrippe, was?
wieviele runden soll er denn haben dieser durchgang und wieviele grundsätzliche wegweiser werden diesmal aufgestellt im zwielicht der eben mal notwendigen freiheit die sich ins allgemeingültige kleidet, rein ins konkrete nur als abstraktes um die scheiße nicht auch noch zu beflecken (wie sehr denn noch) oh diese aufregung, diese neu-gier, dieses ooooooooooooooooooh!
ja mir gehts prima ballerina, das muß mal dokumentiert sein. dieser radiergummi kopf wird die fahrkarte ins glück nicht zum zweiten gebrauch frei machen während die pumpe ihre schmutzigen lektionen lernt.
wir erinnern uns während papa die hühnchen aufschneidet und der ekel rausläuft and the wild eyes of the mother when she asked aaaaaaaaargh! Please use the past tense only in the future.
(a small quote flooding, especially for the lynch mob and the lady in the health body. Maybe they would have the song which are Danish sing prince, but the miranda sex garden we left yes, and the pixies will hide in the wood. Please re-translation)
reset, yes it is. hi charon, once with return ticket, but declared dead, and processes do live longer, so long as they escaped oblivion, why, you have shade but NEN.
yes, the quotations Treasury may sometimes be angry.
and so terribly cruel, nasty little ne bad (life-) lie so trenty [sic]
is sick!
love is a shield, toad, the snail said, in her home. o how the words but because prophecy fulfill the past, the eternal mysticism of the everyday ... "Social capital accumulated in order to make it interesting ..." yes, yes, "but please not in front of me" to understand and then the prompt implementation, sometimes just in between the chairs, oh, there it was again the mentality loafer, while the blair witch her factory volführt arrrrgh!
oh damn future thunder storm, because nothing special, jajajajaja I won!
* (f) aaaaaaaaaaaargh! *
na love then mytilinios any action at your own risk with its own risk.
I will wear the crown of shit so long and one by the light (a cigarette of course) too old to death, the mystic cacophone tenor.
let it be said to employment-intensive with a theme would not affect the character, it could not have been an innocuous discourse on the history? must it always be caviar? or in the case, this meant, of course I forgive 性病 ジェンダー 研究.
but all the rage just a prophylactic for the future, to pump, for instance, cases of, then I pretty quiet, too quiet, sit in my corner and nod and smile and nod and smile and nod, nod off, (which does not comply)
I wanted to sleep.
is spanned spanned bedeckmantelt, not the arch, which is not yet over, it's all about the return to rest, floating in my tincan ... we know how the proceeds, she knows ...

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dolphins bring kassandra has complex and Bruno Ganz Downfall, sees and hears and feels and pseudoneu or at least para, well ToiToiToi to the felt and have to touch again and again guessed the vergangenehit of the gloss of giving present in a different guise but is minus and plus minus?
negative, very negative, chatter of the painter.
sight of the plot is full of the unknown and makes the finished what started out to unplanned target. most confusing yet always himself first, versschleiert best under the guise of their own ignorance is taking place the gray out until tomorrow and then rattles off rattles the old and the prayer wheels in vain, for the lurking pferdefüßige and his headdress always angles in the darkest and columns in particular.
ora krakelt it is in vain and all the labora looking for the moment. intentionally taken the intent and forgotten, lost it flutters lightly byebye.
was flat cut the trump card by the instinctive curiosity spring, again easily lifted and at the end valid.
b a uses time to time as (see also walther from bird grazing) Yes, so does the set flying bird down at the foot of the impregnable mountain, which is again threatening overshadowing in his own imagination, hateful and so rapidly disappearing under the cover of night.
it seems sacred in the next days, the wild spring, tie knows of no home except the light-off.
because she runs like garbage afterwards behind the skirts of the sexy lola. We bear in mind where we come from, where we go, and it is not always the same question and answering it is not always the same.
songwriter and then suddenly very big in Japan the cherry blossom entered into the realm of the sun.
missing two of me just yet, but that's just the good things are even longer (or have been, or was understood to?) At least one, but that is not an option.
stretched it half way and stretched silk, perhaps, or crochet, disgusts me. As is the imaginative.
about what human creatures for Sun stumbles, but so is all just imagination, but nice is not it. so!
let's jump on the catwalk and trample it down.
coincidieren because sometimes the times and the surprise is great if there was not a sworn oath as true and which is treason in detail, so is it the new world in the pseudo gogogirl and eternal search for the hidden under the skirts rocks behind which so many are not yet rising, but always the wrong, damn it!
it is milking for perhaps the mice when the animals can not change his spots, and then worse and it chokes me up again gewöllend and spits me out and phrast ruminated endlessly and thrashes it to whipped cream and shock during first is a häubcehn with arsenic and lace with.
it disgusts me to her demons and yet I also beating only the hands and face pre long for the ghost busters clean up at last the tand of the soul and the ears to wash and rub, oh hallelujah silent but just.
the game seems to be over first, because the media, the forces balanced smooth, which is raptus over, enjoy the dubious has just an end, but will return it is because lurking under the benches of the dirty and the pigs they wallow so much in it if it only makes rational reproductions, on the heart and the heart the right of reason, or better the shot, and the prevalence can greet, or rather the woyzeck and then into the lake, said the Bayer, the second, trallala would, but who already dying for? I sure do not.

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a response to an accusation rejected ...

accused and destroyed in the past confused and forgot sediment, nor included in the predicted but not present in many eternal subject of reason, a silent reproach reveals itself between the lines. pass which will get an e
klowand in the presence of my network, because who really are living our writing?

of course ... of course I have to answer .... of course ... and I speak of a naturalization does not want to, so to speak Kultür I'll give you an answer without können.denn this take trennlinie I'm always culture when I immerse myself in philosophers from a madness out of the irrational in the first place to helping right to exist, as the reason for the madness speaks without words, he is the reason included and excluded, because the language is reasonable and the madness in the eternal logs included, but the could not be without these two, hung in reason and madness. So I'm in my natural corporality and yes my needs in the insanity itself ... although it is the only thing that lets him speak and I represent him in his distrust of the moves but unspoken and displays wherever the crop shall not words, but of course I'll give you an answer out of this culture, in the consciousness of the consciousness of that dreamed wahnsinns the USN can speak, where he himself is silent. so if I adorno then represent where he despises the language, without overcoming it because he despised the culture that gives him all that makes him despise himself. and there I do not represent him, where this self-contempt that his cogito experiences, not in his statement ...

the misappropriation of your source-social, even your history and your historicity which I do not propose that I leave not only want, for it is not brazen as it is only the meaning in the culture that is reproduced to reproduce itself, the stopped and the madness denies in itself without recognizing him without recognizing themselves as what is and yet is not, as something that was not the fact remains, for it is only an image a transcript of yourself that makes you the you make yourself up to then go against what you're not in your endeavor to become the only thing you're not, for the other, so you're for the other so that they are what they are not what you want that they are so that your design them with mates so you they are and they you, so that the design of an outsider, a draft're inside pus, but you deny it their own history with their own historicity of custody, they are against this structure that makes you anxious because it's not yours, structurally, that makes them afraid because it is its structure, for there is no structure there, but the design of structures which object to appear because there is ambiguity in the language of analogy, no equality, only the eternal dream a try

we try, we try and try to ourselves and others and we try our beliefs and try the conviction of the other and so we never get to the analogy and equality, for there is no relationship in which we speak their language itself, and it is so much more than we know, only a metaphor in which we clothe ourselves and hope that the other is the real discovery is the type can not.

But there is no strength and no weakness in it but just another another and ourselves that we see ourselves as others look to find even a consideration to our get hold of to submit that purely to give vernuft we need to us from the madness of madness to define our erring ways by our common nowhere. No one is stronger, because strength is the design language and a strong weakening of the strength of this draft to the other about ourselves may appear weak because our goals are beyond the reach and seem to have to lie so that we can remain weak for the faint madness to indulge in the language that makes us just as weak.

hear So what are lonely and starts on the community as a language of I or we find we have neither I nor we are for, while we ourselves are broken and divided we are not alone and while all are broken we are never quite the other, and because we are not offering any structure to space lose and thrown back on our cogito be our only recognize and certainty of our being in which we exclude the non-being, as it is madness and our silent nothingness inside, because it can only be silent, it will not be object and reason thus, and thus the the rational limit rob and they throw themselves into anything without the limit of the differentiation we need to make us even.

The microstructure we face are only the totality of which we need to design our border to determine so that we can exceed erring as much weak, alone or together, but we remain we and I and I is I doubt the remains of We remedied only with determination, to avoid being lonely.

But we devalue ourselves not even by us attach themselves by letting add us to submit so masochistic us the words of others who want to make us whenever we do not write even the history of our lives, because they write in the time to change their story in which we can only show up as extras because we are.

Such a defense is against his own delusional and against the transcendence of the other wants to make us because he wants to put this, so I disagree with you and I disagree with Adorno in which you pack me in a historical structure-only yours and by us all in a microstructure of eternal packed without losing the structure that holds something. Because its texture, its logo is its pure reason, reason does not recognize the failure as it sees itself in the dependence of reason by which it differentiates itself and sees itself as lost to this madness because he can not escape without realizing that they would be nothing without this draft transcendence at which the boundary runs along its its power to be his, he writes himself into us and write us in which he hineinbettet are desperate not to be bad not as bad , but I will let me determine that?

There will always be the design of a social system from us and our understanding of history and our arrest in this understanding the metaphor, we give ourselves which we entrust ourselves in which we, the importance narrow rather than their possible interpretations to accept and us to choose the interpretation which we live our attribute to do on that disappears bad and good, and there is no real in the wrong is more but still be in his or even good in the good, because the structures which span the escape does not think so and so be thought, and are not meant to think not to where it escapes in order to think for themselves in order not to think do not have to . So where are we?

Are we here in this world or are we in the description of the world and we are in the self-denial in which we describe the world or in the beautiful self-denial in which we describe it bad? We write not live our world because the writing world in the edge of our metaphors of the intersection of our descriptions in which we are what we are and have are what we were, from a future of a source where we freedom nenen who joined us from the forward is to act in the past that we are now. would

So I'm not the mass but the mass-I is by looking at them I notice that and I'm not afraid but the description of the fear that I Amchem me as I am describing the mass as a call because I see so 'm not dependent on the people of his stories but not its history and I'm not dependent of his stories he tells his stories but I tell you and by me down and tell me that you're trying to take themselves freedom of narrative and of course I must resist like crazy in order to remain culturally because I am silent only when I am what you are what I am.

belibt Since no adorno and no mortality and no vain for what I forgive me except the chance to not pass away from myself as I am the language which is found in silence without silent and as I pass away except in the light of the freedom award I have to forgive and to sit down and watch and watch as I write to the desert in the I move close to me in an oasis?

This is a philosophy that Adorno can not continue to come from drafts to your escape to without reading them because they are metaphors only your life and I have my interpretation suggests to me metaphors from your and your and you will just say you want and write your life but remember I am not a statist.

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changeling @ 2006-02-03T02: 23:00

who is already baker, or rather continuous heating slave? who is not when the nuclear power splitters of the poodle, or was it wind dogs and they were called minima and moralia? i adore no Hitler, I can only repeat it, at any commas, sozusagenm comatose, sleep and sleepwalking line on differential between reason and madness, which leads me to the pholosophie and your out in no more detail. no breathing space than a chocolate pudding in between, now that would be nice, yes.
before everything is drowned in alcohol, or fizzles and evaporates into the chimneys of the enlightenment, it will be very French and delicious. Yes
develop the structures, the cogito is raked and insane, and still remains and is in the logos and divinity in front of his purely rational, for himself or in-itself or on-and-for-itself peach tracks the reason for the madness Transcription itself to be understood as to understand the experience of living and what the story is not if it remains unwritten. live is write.
secretly creepy, mystical metaphysics, self-denying line between pulling along in order to delimit the interpretation in two never meet, but off an (almost) anything from the other. same terms, the same distinction, right handed and timeless beauty.
is practicing with the young wild and so will remain so, all or nothing.