Projector Screen Creases

"(...)
I want the form to form, they verunformen, dissolve and break, as long as is gone to complicate it. Maximalism leads to minimalism. Not transform but overlapping forms - ever.
rooms - I dream of rooms containing cross-dimensional surfaces
tentacles on the ends of the eyes - Thousands of eyes are a body. I want all of them. Blindness - overwhelmed.
Various textures and their order. In some places, remove points and then close, open again and again.
do not know it, and do not think that I know and I know it's not because I do not think that I know and do not think I do not know and not know it.
push it out, like a tooth paste. BUT: Please do not start again.

Ennio Morricone, I adore your music ... & I do not pray in principle.
It's time for immaturity. Too early to harvest means to be late.
What time is it? It's $ to €.
How many eyes has the insight?
Smooth transitions and cemented fractures, history and smoothing iron sympathy ...
dimensionality is a question of capital.
school = horizon expansion in home
Before the rubber ball pierced the walls - well, well that does not help
EXHALE EXHALE and the same again breathe
leak the floor
Just for fun pasture in uncertainty
affirm the denial and deny the affirmation
buy you a palace and let play the muscle until it only morbidly batting
Be ill the eyes of society - out of place. At the wrong place = your current location - my eyes open for me a room - my limited space - location - No place - wrong theme set point

Maybe I find the work is not easy when I think a lot. I work a little. I do not work easily, yet lightly, because I just do not think too much, then but, in between and thereafter. But I often do not come to work. Therefore, I work less. Work release is almost on me. Loslallen. Losfallen, in, somewhere in, weißnichtworein and into the White Not into nothingness, somewhere does not know where? Maybe I should go to work.

The best things are somewhere else ...
The image is something that can be suppressed and impress ...
Shallow scraps of speech, again ... unfortunately
HELL IN VIENNA

I am anger - hate nothing more than the NONARTIKULATION - perhaps the articulation of these - needs away - striking coincidences - continuously lives survive without a rope - look into my eyes, I Small
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(part of a prose work is in progress)