PLACEHOLDERTEXT!!! lieselod
The suspicion was that cold-blooded bacteria had started infesting the area of the mouth, the most vulnerable or perhaps the most porous area of the TPA.
Actually coming to terms with this, came with a sensation that was similar to looking into the sun. However, this particular sun would be much larger and take up much more space in the sky. Also it was not as clearly delineated as the other sun, but more fuzzy. The intensity of the light was compared to that of the sun on a day a bit cloudy in such a way that looking into it would be possible but not comfortable.
Because the light took up so much space in what would otherwise be the sky and was here delineated and reflected by the ceiling and walls of a room, the overall density of it, offered no affordance to look away from it, so the TPA closed all of its eyes related to seeing.
Sasha made a serie of diy tapes-cassetes with his recordings for the show, from the period between 2005 and 2020..
You are welcome to order it through maviequefaire@gmail.com
That's not a conveyer thing, so every cassette is unique.
Less expectations
Less desires
Less suffering
And less tears
Less words
And fewer songs
With less meanings
With less hopes
And then you'll faire like a little dog
Cheerful pure and happy
You will find out what is cute
Super fun and lovely..
You will fly across the cosm
And you'll catch the absolute
Less grievances
And losses
Less ambitions and less tears
Less motion
And less emptiness
Less ambitions and tears
And then you'll faire like a little dog
Cheerful pure and happy
You will find out what is cute
Super fun and lovely..
You will fly across the cosm
And you'll catch the absolute
Whom I always wanted to be? The lighthouse keeper.
God bless you. Read Blavatsky. Stop the criminal activity.
Save the Earth.
Now that the noise of collectivity is gone
I saw you for who you really are
A pathetic being
Empty
Like a shell
Without the noise of the sea inside you
Repeating your own empty words
For in the light of the truth
I could see right through you
I asked you if you were my ego
The sound of my consciousness
If I created you because I needed you
To justify my own existence
My brain at that moment was one second faster than my awareness
that is death
death is loneliness
death is to lose the conversation
with the other
to lose the joy of discover
I could not lie anymore
I saw your pathetic smile
Tried to hug you
You tried to hug me
You all tried to hold me
but you were empty
-------
She was the only one who tried to save me
She told me that nothing made sense
What is real and what’s not real?
That a universe was inside me
And I felt it
I felt her love inside my chest
warm and sweet
sweet, bitter and real
She told me that unconditional love is rare
And that she’ll always be there
And your empire turned to dust
And I never doubted myself again
Or so I dream
Or so I dare?
Now - -
we’re back in the days where a reeeal man with a real dagger had a rhythm in the field
skin got brown when the sun made it so
that was pre tan fashion, in the whole
white
world
a nasty
damp
sweaty
hand
from a Western movie clenches an innocent neck
real hard
well, as you hear, I watched Thelma and Louise the other night
and I thought:
I am a bit and paying for it
but I wanna be
bad
I wanna make them evil guys real
mad
tare down that
ad
burn that
lad
make them
sad
slap my
dad
uuuuuh that would make me real real
glad
I guess longing is
fine
it makes you
shine
and you’re a shooting star I see
a vision of ecstasy
when you hold me, I’m alive
we’re like diamonds in the sky
at first sight I felt the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes
so shine bright tonight, you and I
we're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
eye to eye
so alive
we're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
her mask was sooo convincing
but now
horrified
the monkey puts his dick away and sets himself on fire
and still I’m begging you
please don’t take my man
please don’t take him
just because you can
cuz you slay girl!
ain’t no pretty lil pearl
and
you say it best when you say nothing at all
I'm trying to help you, Buddy.
To be of some kind of use!
My gaze is the softest when i scroll down my feed. I feel almost myopic. Things are blurry and made of light. I train my eyes to see soft. Looking up from my phone and seeing my surroundings in passing. Text and images made of air and light.
I’ve been training myself to be unstuck in time.
Training my soft-eyes helps me to see underwater. Training my lungs and my slow-hearing and my spherical-movements.