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Chahut and daring (2)

GP Seurat: The Circus (1891)

"... and under the influence of light in combinations happy, calm or sad "
(Seurat )

Dream a circus of Seurat and anxious to give me () quiet. It does not last - the stillness lacks the time - and suddenly, it reveals the engineering, the trap of the eye. A pity. Noise points in the circus, as if life were broadcast on a delayed and pixelated by the hands of a God-autistic child. Abandoned

the world for its drivers and Moses caught in the corridors of an airport, the restless people prepares for another visit to the markets. My mind thinks bastard noise, circus clown. I know this is not thesis or poem. It's what's (precarious). ****

I like writing and ideas - disjointed phrases - sleep broken skin. The ideas in this stigma born, between thinking of insomnia and unconscious, are the thousand needles of slippage and just let rip the soul when it determines the way in writing. Writing is my boldness and audacity is what I've always missed. The rest is noise, Chahut ; the great farce of the world before me subordinates and tell you or God or were less sad day when it seemed that we were friends or say nothing, keep quiet, smile and I say goodbye.

I adjust the look of the thing and dislocated the usual perspective (not vice but because it has been moved). Break the seals of the forms that are sprayed between my fingers. I make all the exercise carefully to try to find the profile, make the volume, noted the light atoms. The result: noise. *****

She's Lost Control

Joy Division: She's lost control (1978). Video Paul de Ridder (2007) Militarization

airspace. Thousands of people affected. Background noise in the silent screen. She lost control and the country loses points in the market Bataclan. The drivers are a blow to the strategic focus of the show with an unwelcome holiday diarrhea and vomiting and possibly fever. They do not travel by plane: the child may not see her dying grandmother or employee of the store visited the pagoda Indochina. The waiters do not serve drinks or camels uppers. The world loses its sense and raises the price of the debt. We can only make dirty jokes.

Noise Chahut and circus-colored dress military.

They take over and call it seditious to the types of (not) looking screens. People dream of shooting at dawn and forget the sacrifice to markets. Strange, a user meditates stoic, the intangible over to be fucked fuck. The midlife crisis. ****

Seurat's circus in the horse amarillovioletas trace circles on the horizontal lines denoting quiet, () quiet. Writing penetrates into my vein like a shot of post-impressionism. The days were less sad when it looked like we were friends, the way Seurat painted the Assyrian and neither God nor markets lost control. ****

Affection (RAE): suffered or may suffer morbid alteration.

M., my son, does not lose control (paradoxes of affection petit mal). At all times draw a plan of action that repeats the Cartesian world fidelity. On Thursday, the disc returns to the library and Friday brings a new one for the week. Touch it touches every day, every week, at various times of the year. He lives in the same security and solitude of the star adjusts its orbit around a vacuum do not know if or a smile. Turn your life in a circus arena in which all numbers are prefixed by the stage manager long whiskers and red tailcoat. I am the dog that watches for her not to lose control.

I lose control and try to summon the courage, for now, just writing ( But a like)

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