E-Werk Briefe

PORNOGRAPHY

Digging in the wounds, the facts are bleeding. The figures are in doldrums. A disaster is occuring: I' m dead, you' re blind. A nacked eye is a dead eye. Figurehead: sharp and open in the hanging garden, until death us do part, something is fading and spinning, in an electric glare, the operators are circling overland to the terminal state. Digging in the wounds, the facts are bleeding. The figures are in doldrums. A disaster is occuring: from the human-eye to the computer-eye. Figurehead: flesh and blood and the first kiss are writhing under a red light, ambition in the back of a black car, in a high building, static white sound, an atmosphere is rotting with time, colours are flickering in water, a short term effect. Creatures are kissing in the rain. Figurehead: sharp and open in the hanging garden, let' s be the felines, scream, the sound of slaughteras your body is turning, but it' s too late, destruction du regard, partir tout au-delà d' insurvie, fermeture des sens cinétiques, court-circuit des câbles synaptiques, a desire for flesh and real blood, peux-tu me résister?, peux-tu encore pour un instant songer au soleil?, until death us do part, push a blade into my eyes, slowly up to the stairs and into the room, give your eyes, that I might see the blind man kissing my hands, in an electric glare, the operators are circling overland to the terminal state, where the monument to the ruined age is, in a high building you will never say a word, won' t you?, the sound of slaughter, echoes all around the sweating bed, flesh and blood, a hand in my mouth, sour yellow sounds inside my head, you' ve pushed a blade into my eyes, in the dark, please do it right, crimson pain, my heart is exploding. Digging in the wounds, the facts are bleeding. The figures are in doldrums. The Figures: Oh! Cette vie, espoir commun, et l' imagination commune, et bientôt la folie qui libère, et l' amour, un seul regard. Figurehead: l' omniprésence d' un rêve. The Figures: et bientôt la folie qui fuiera peut-être, un seul regard. Figurehead: au-delà de toute crainte, il ne faut pas de réponse à cette question qui fut. The Figures: analogie sans cesse, omniprésence d' un rêve. Les chaînes grincent violemment, la bête hurle, der Mensch ist zur Maschine geworden. The Figures: action assimilatrice qui fait que certaines formes changent sous l' influence d' autres formes auxquelles elles sont associées dans l' esprit et qui détermine des créations conformes à des modèles préexistants, the operators, in an electric glare, are circling overland to the terminal state. Figurehead: until death us do part, let the fear take hold, stroke your hair as the patriots are shot, please, love me, we' re sharing the world with slaughtered pigs, just a piece of new meat in a clean room, the sound of slaughter, scream, kiss, sweating bed, please love me, your mouth, we are laughing, the pain, just a piece of new meat in a clean room, the soldiers are under a black flag, I' m opening my mouth: the sound of a tiger thrashing in the water. Digging in the wounds, the figures are becoming blind.



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