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and so i entered, paperwork all done, completely dressed in black, maybe in order to give my appearance that special sort of respectability, or rather: in a desperate attempt to feign it. he sat there, manicured hands and ice-cold smile, my grim reaper in a bespoke suit, the profane comparison to ones own funeral. where do you see yourself in five years (and seriously) he asks me. the course of your career has to be set now, prophylactic, so to speak. willingness to a total self-abandonment regarding a well-regulated future. the future might actually just be jumping in my face, so to speak, and i just sit there and am incapable of an answer. therefore, i remain silent while the career-train overruns me. and think: maybe i owe you five minutes but five years belong to me and i will do what i please. in five years i will go east in a caravan, none of them will i know, but that won..t be of any importance, because the only thing that matters is they are not like you. i will lay in cornfields for hours and count the seeds, while my hair will grow and grow until burning snakes will lick and hiss on my spine and with the mere blink of an eye i will turn into stone all those who won..t repay my love. they will say i knew all answers and from all corners of the world will they come to see me. they will sit and beg: please, tell me everything, but i will just laugh and say: your father told me all about you.
I will not regret all the hours and hours of my life that went to waste, because my life will be no more. Be no more like an old woman, me the witch and she the mother. she had never said a word, not once. i will go and ask her, why. and she will answer, how do i overcome this feeling? and we will know her days are up.
we will grow tomatoes rich and red and by the time of harvest i will take a bite of each, silently reciting the name of my lover while i cover my eyes with the color of copper. my face will remain like this forever, two bloody bullet points on a white shattered wall. we will ride on horses that will never be tamed, and each time i get off will i ask them to run over me, to grind my body into the soil for sinning against them. then i will turn away and let no one see my face as i watch the sunset thinking of how my father will never grow old.
there will be no shadows because the sun will shine in all directions, our burned skin will only find relief in the cold sand while we watch the sky at night, a mirror as dark as our souls.
i will drink my coffee black and strong, so that my weak and broken heart will rush like mad while i ask the boys to lay their heads on my chest and i will lie to each and every single one of them as then i say:
it beats so fast because i love you
great to hear from you on and near my crazy birthdays {smile}, I have you in my mind's heart and will never erase, destroy or leave it [the image, the idea of, the desire in, the memories about and within]. I also am 'making' a little tiny something for you. And will 'unveil' it when it's time and when it's ready... For this Right Now I hope you'll have a beautiful tonight (Halloween!) and weekend.
With the same deepRunning
longstanding A{ffection}. xo
Hello. Represent a new album ARX KAELI - Highway. 2009. Cd packed in wooden box with laser engraving, covered a grey varnish. Time 62 min. Best Regards.
Oh, yes! Let's unite and synch our MacBooks, iPhones and menstrual cycles. :)
Hmm.. to be honest, most hotels here are money eating shitholes, but that fact really applies to most of the City. :)
But hey, let's talk about this when the end of humanity... err.. the year draws nearer and maybe we'll live in a slightly bigger place than a cupboard by then and you could stay with us.
I think with your charm, you could even reside in the British Museum for a few days, if you ask them nicely!
I have to admit to my great shame that I'm not really a learned connaisseuresse of pyrotechnics - I think this is mainly due to the fact that I still remember my poor poor cats being terrified of them and wanting to pull their ears out. But the thought of fireworks always makes me want to listen to this lovely song by the American Analog Set:
"You know, the fun of watching fireworks is built pretty much around the a-capella vocal approval that YOU do, with or after each explosion. All right, we provide the fireworks, you do the "oohs" and "aahs"."
I've been to the New Year's celebrations in London anno 1998 and was mightily shocked by the terribly unenglish custom of kissing random people at the stroke of midnight. I think in times of H1N1, it's a very ill-advised and inconsiderate behaviour. :)
But please, please do let me know when you're here so that we can meet up and chase duckies and grannies. Weeeeee!
As for your previous comment: I can so relate to the "pleasure" of being an Aquarius. I sometimes think we Aquarians all need to emigrate to our special secluded planet called Aquariana because we really don't quite fit into this weird, far too small world down here.
Anyways, here's your power animal wishing you a good night's sleep...
hello, thanks for acepting me in your space,i am watching your work and wow!!!!, is incredible!!! its really good, you are an excelent artist, i invite you to lisent to my music and draws, hope you like it!!! cheers from mexico!!!!!!1
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