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.