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Lifetime 2 3 8 Hotel	An ashtray full of an embittered life, the flies at night, I cried at the total fucking absoluteness and slept as an embryo. I remember a young mother who sat in the armchair where my friend lies and has casual conversation with me who a few months ago hung herself in a hostel. You wonderful human being, you man of eccentricities and love, you person of lust and shame, i will welcome you and listen to your tape of chants always. Raw onions and bread to sustain me today, scissors on the carpet next to the plastic watch with the broken strap. A prison hospital; the clockwork orange man who agrees with everyone and no-one and who will never burn a school of bad memories down again. I will not and cannot trust a person who believes they have absolute right; see you in the next life Gillian. Wayne Cheetham 18 / 7 / 99 Berlin K13STRUCTURE WholeLottaLove SunOverHeavenlyCranes ComingSoonFamousCapitol CurrentlyCarConvoys AreStretchingTheRoute ToTheLovelyFuture michel 97.06.03 cigarette packet is empty vodca-bottle near to the end does the hotel got a coffeeshop maybe like the friendly ones which you can find in places in netherlands. michel 96.12.29 Enough now of kissing enough of licking ears enough now of penetrating all wholes of a body I'm no sexslave I'm no slave at all I only wanna sleep dry white and innocent... michel 96.04.01 Floating Soul Breath... I'm back in MY room just for a few minutes open diary let me tell you my mind is a travelling star gliding trough caleidoscopic... STIMULI - ILUMITS "I'm the operator with my pocket-calculater... I'm adding I'm subtracting..." Doouiioonnnnngg -- dduff dduff MICHEL 96.3.08 some offline whispering unplugged is going on at the backside of my room "is there...anybody..? ...can you hear me?" i'm too afraid to ask... "can you feel me?" on the observer platform with the all including panorama watching all including proceedings like in a short story of Lisa Bode... michel 96.05.02 a diary in a hotel room? empty with no passion. is there any roomservice? One Icetea please! "Some of her friends call her Alaska. She is so cold like..." B E R L I N. Should this be here? I can't sleep yet. Is maybe the alarm-clock switched off? No, no cool down everything's fine. Perceive all - record nothing fall into awake sleep My legs become giraffe's necks crawl through my back up to the braincontainer MICHEL 96.2.25
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