As a puppeteer bold, bent over the couch in the literature, incorporating elements that border on the poetic attempt, figuring out how to write a tree, plant a book, "the children came, well-mouse clicking on the keys without too much control, flow words, memories, images, - "uncontrolled l'enregistrement des états d'âme, des images et des mots " - there to do, writing semiautomatic, a finding, a liberation, a bridge between our curiosity, not are nothing but communicate, that's something.
"As television carried the subject to a cultural understanding of the world, as was the music and literature has always, Internet and tele lead to developing a technical understanding of reality. Such actions are techniques that allow the technical understanding of social relations commercial and scientific "
Although I know that sometime in the itinerary defections occur, for boredom, repetition, air changes, scales non-reciprocal, you give me I give you, whistle, whistle, colorito where you are so beautiful you , distance, day to day, written in the wind that everyone plays according to his will, one so soon is the one up in the turret, the protagonist, like heroin or hiding behind the curtain that hides or shows, I say, according to his will, it should be.
or "Whoever refuses to receive no damage just claiming, without delay, a special justification for their survival, activity and participation of chaos. There are many considerations about the general failure as exceptions to the proper sphere of action, address and circumstances. The blind will save the prestige of his own existence, rather than releasing at least, by a detached assessment of his impotence and intricacy-the backdrop of general obfuscation, becomes fashionable almost everywhere. So the air is so full of theories about life and world views, so they appear here in this country, so pretentious. For in the end almost always serve to legitimize a particular situation, totally insignificant. So also is the air so full of illusions and mirrors own cultural future, despite everything, they burst Blooming overnight, because everyone agrees with the optical illusions on your point of view alone. "
(Address only) Walter Benjamin.
Accepted shot rule the river and I swam until who knows what sea, sailor, only sickness I think, heading into the waves, sprites poison and will non Rianxeira you embark that you're going to be sick , this goes well and we are what we are - what are we? -.
I invite you to look at us.
Yes
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