The art of listening

A one-way ticket to a half-story

Being fully conscious, realizing the consequences of my behaviour I declare: These words I have heard in the air because Buddhism is better to accept slavery of a prostitute & because someone wanted it. It is purely fictional as no word in the air is not directly connected to anything real.

Erasmus student.

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I was doctor Mengele as one Polish friend (once he has shot me with SARS) likes to put it (I also like it a bit), a maniac from the Silence of the Lambs II. But he is not a maniac, it is me, a cloned son of Adolf Eichmann.

Hello, my dear cloned sun. Where are you now? Now I must be about 80, I think. In Spain of course, economics, you know. I keep track of an archive which is almost constantly complemented.

I also like to play Socrates but my load intentions to die out realized themselves only partially (even the residual part could be gone with some help of professor).

Dante, where is your laura? She has grown up, started to paint and strip tease men afterwards. To get money. To get them done in time. Time is not important cause I have spoiled it all.

Actually, I was spoiled and vanished in insanity. I could not bear the shame though my sacrifice was needed. Future Jennifer, could you lift up the lid of the closet when you finish.

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Delhivrance to my youth. Now I don't think. Usually I merry or die. Recently I have been moved to breach law somewhere else. I am fucked and not only in the head. I fuck off. Hysterical search of a moon. Click. Minds go higher even for nothing. Everything is creeping. Creepy Eraser. Arnold. Dear.

AL-JAZAR'IR. Deserts ask for attentions. Brains – for food. Food – for fools. I wish it were *'s.

(scribble) the greatest tester of adventures was Sinbad. O..COULD BE A WANNA BE. Am a.

Professionalism. Therapy. Attention. Weird intentions. You need to move someone up or down. Europe according tome. Your accord. Your mind gives up, sucks in. Takes you over to the river to eat. Yoga. Masturbation and Enlightenment. I don't feel bad. I don't pay. Type. –er. Answer. Answer a book of unknown creature. You are so lucky to write good that it makes me. Imprisoned in a state. The only miracle.

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Exterioure Belgique. Shouldn't it be right? Trams on their way. Dust settles around two towers. What would be the third? Me. What would you like? Brain goes silent & still. Goes & goes. &.

The easiest is to repeat. I am Pete. I am from. What do you want? He is still fighting, interrupting research, avoiding the service. No5. Take 5. Add more. Tension is a silent game.

Game to avoid watches & watchers. They eat oranges, drink and listen to music, carry on walkmans and shine from far way. They. I need a sound and I whistle (a bird).

As far as I know the sound that penetrates me from around has vanished. I am resting. I am going to whistle more. It is not that easy to count vibrations. Pervert, simply pervert.

I see Frank Zapa coming. No clouds. The wall, we don't need np education, all we need is ejaculation of mind into a word and complete language that can sustain itself through time.

Guys are counting money. I am counting days carelessly. Vandag is Donderdag.

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Producer v Kids vice versa

Would you like if I gave you some money?

Who is it? Nicole? (Applause)(Laughing)

(balloon, psh)

Looking in a dictionary

What does “scriptie” mean? Thesis.

I disconnect.

They have put something inside my head. They. I don't like “they”. They are terrible, cruel and greedy, self-confident, self-satisfied.

Actually, they modelled it. Cheated. I must see all black business papers, accounts. And I want my rancho, want to sleep tonight normally, to take shower in the morning.

We are not in the car yet.

OKOK. But they let me understand that NL pays 25 (first they said that 25 pay I).

He is a paranoiac.

They put something in coffee. That something interacts with marijuana. Then starts the therapy “Earn money from foolishness”. (Applause). I must have been accepted.

Short and comprehensible outline:

•  Marijuana & food additives activate a machine in my brain that makes me pronounce all I am thinking. That's recorded.

•  Marijuana & food additives make me hear ultra high frequency sounds (therapeutic & inducing paranoia, unpleasant thoughts & feelings).

Sometimes I think that they have already invented a machine that reads my thoughts from PET of my brain. I am sure they have some kind of sensor that reveals them my suicidal intentions because I get paramedics whenever I try to commit suicide & help when I start to act very badly. I am sure that I can do almost everything and I will survive.

They say that they read my thoughts from my nonverbal communication. That's how they punished me for swear-words. I cannot believe it.

Laugh (silent)

I have to wait several years till they raise the amount payable because I don't know who they are. In any case, I could loose a lot.

Yes, sound, because I moved out and crazy thoughts disappeared. Maybe the battery is low? There is no battery. The battery feeds itself on my body liquids.

Where are the joints? We have to check them.

I see a joint.

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You have to go. It is necessary. We have your biography so you have to do it. Typer. Passenger. You did nothing but we will do it and you will do it. The most stupid contemporary man.

Alsjublieft. I will make it unreadable.

Some drugs, some walking, dancing, chocolate for brain & crumbs of normal food and you will be a man.

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What is wrong with you? Hoe hatet met jouw? The answer comes so slowly that I merely feel any passion. Drugs are forbidden. Let them be. Whoever I am I don't want to talk much about them.

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No poetry is available at the moment , no movies, no theatre. Only KGB, FBI. Maybe not anymore? Attention, life goes on. Where could it go? Shall I go? With life, strangers? Welcome!

Usually they drop information into brain & finito la comedia – you are a novelist, a poet, a filmmaker. A whatever wannabe.

I will be a secretary for 30 min. I wish I could earn that much. This is a huge investment but I don't expect that big return.

When I shall I understand that entire world is simply having fun. Who am I?

Empathologist. I feel whatever I want whoever I want.

Zero. Financial loser & winner of the cup many years, one year after the other. What is that cup, I am not sure that I'll ever know but I am honoured.

Openluft waffen. Waflen. They fall from the sky on the Earth. Earth evaporates secret gasses & poisons the sky which is already called an illusion by some.

Shouldn't I be supposed an illusion?

You will be Indiana. Poisoner. Model. Fighter. Woman. Man. Thinker. Tanker. Cookies' eater. Drug tester. Artist. Scientist. You will be filling the holes in my pie. Apple pie. With pears. I just want to ask what will happen when you finish that book (notebook, I mean).

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Forever cleared. Out of justice. Funny. Afraid in a fascist state. Mentally ill. Provisionalist. Controlled. Disgusting. I will make my statistics. For your pleasure. Leisure. Time. Time is nor important nor money from the wall to the dusk and then till dawn. Pushing. For nothing. Nothing for the world, instead of it. I am deeply penetrated by the walls.

One lipstick & cola then I go to watch sunglasses parade. All the time you are interrupting other people's lives. “Who gave you such right?”, feedback from one spectator.

We turn it off.

Who gave me the right? That's a good question but not important because it does not change anything, simply starts to exist as a matter of fact. I will skip it. You are far away and I don't even know whether you are.

The brain is connected to the internet so I could study and we could study better. Your brain (my?) would be useless without that terrifying invention that brought us into you (me?) and the world to an end.

We are leaving, we don't like you. Will you ever find? Shall I? U try. I like U turn. I am in a nice old town safe and guarded and readied for smth. I change the word order!

I do things (what?), go places (yes!), act however I want (because you don't do anything very bad), you again (I). Not a reader. Just a dreamer.

Any crime (In the age of total visibility there is no crime) that is to describe by law as a crime can be done at least once. A good business plan. You change the world order in order to develop perfect crime prevention system with some help of your friends.

No, I only want to run from the core of a hurricane and publish a whatever book but Bill Gates did it first. Jesus, was an unlucky author, popular though.

Plan for growth. Analysos. Obstacles. Currencies. Devaluation. Nothing left to steal. Paid for houses, cars & sex. See Europe. Page 10. Middle East. Page 10. Taylor – also 10.

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What is not accessible to the gods is accessible tome through the simplicity of the day mixed with owned foolishness. Simplicity of a bird could be explained as spying. You cannot stop the world from changing and culturalisation is nothing more than a mirage that satisfies our curiosity.

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Don't sleep tonight. I've seen der Kleine (Oskarchaen) in A'dam. I was living in a dirty squat, he was selling drugs, I was smoking them, he was dealing expensive prostitutes. Art requires sacrifice.

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You are watched, my friend, Buy yourself a short story. You are a clever guy, somehow not finished yet. You will bring your report on another one's table. Write it down.

Especially I liked tombraiding. That's when she really wants to get close for money.

Fog, great. Consumption verpflicht & gratis.

Oh, dear Alex, I can raise my hand very nicely.

Consumption of food and rivers, Jorge Luis Borges & whatever could be applied in one system could be transferred to another? I prefer to write European history according to T.S.Elliot.

The word is not anymore. I mix correct with incorrect, maybe possible or just passively.

Something without any meaning.

Buy it. I exchanged my scientific career to smth that is pure prostitution, only a tiny bit reminds spying, and is slavery to clean my body and clean the irrefutable reputation of smb.

 

By Noel Grath

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