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What I like ...


looked like a seagull that stood out horizon. Enormous wings embraced the whole view of the spectator.

As a painter, now traced the outlines of the figure in front of him. Gaunt face, lips swollen, yellowish skin. My eyes follow her fingers ch moved around his figure reflected in the mirror.

What he liked his condition?

The fact that all the reports he had created were fantastic. The fact that they were part of a painting as compared to real life. The fact that we feel so superior, so perfect, while talking to someone. The fact that we embraced in that idyllic condition, with projections that he gave of himself, and yet despised. The fact of being so far away from himself, from the world around him, without even having stepped out of his room. The fact that we feel every part of his body slamming frantically, as if they break away from him and was projected light years away.

As if everything were synchronized to their needs. And yet ... was a wild beast collapsed to the ground.

It all seems so fake. Now, as moved by a primordial need to survive, waiting for his executioner steps to allay his instincts, he stops davati the mirror

realizes that his enormous wings seagull became thin arms and the viewer it is setting his own body is asking for mercy.

Contribution of view: "Zuert die Fuß" Martin Kippenberg, 1990

2d Driving Test Simulator

Relativity certainty

This discussion goes back to some 'time ago, when I lived in hope of learning the art of tightrope walkers.

"The warmth of the fire is if the horizon is just survive. My fingers are intertwined on a piano as your keyboard. But my music is drowned out by background noise that takes over. It has no rhythm. And so my time is marked by a non-rhythm. My spirit danced on this wire so thin at a rate that ordinary mortals can not know. For them, my music is silence. "

That network below the rope, which provides protection when you are a beginner, now no longer there. I was so used to his idea, some time ago that I forgot that it had been removed. The my body on the rope, did not make it to offset the double standards that were in balance the stick in my hands is not always our experiences can load balance the mutability of events.
And here I am now sipping a glass of wine, waiting to make its appearance at my door that vial carrier of the idea of \u200b\u200bthe world that everyone wants to give us.

Contribution of view: a work inspired by unknown "Portrait of the Journalist Sylvia von Harden" Otto Dix, 1926

Lingual Braces For Overbites

The sculpture, stone Carovigno, is the "Pieta" in an original and unique. Jesus is lying on the stones and the Madonna, somewhat stylized, manifested in all its pain.
Here are some pictures of the details of the sculpture.

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This wall has never been so white ...

these shadows flee I see around me. Through their faces with their eyes, hole eyes.
Do not stop, continue to go through and trampled feet. Do not make me space. I choke, I shake and I push against them. Yet the square view from here has never been so strong. Snapshot. Perhaps all properties. Maybe it's all so quick to jump behind the time.

What I just did not. It is not blood, not dust. It is not life, not death. Neither beginning nor end. Neither right nor wrong. I could not call it liberation, not I call it a cage. And 'anything that might not be. It 's all that is hard to take shape, because a form you should give it to him when you see it all so at the mercy of the movements of others. Hard to explain.
I move.
There is only a little water to wet 'lips. I can not swallow.
Gino says that sharing makes reality, what is not ... and then all this I see, you see, around me is a big fuss, a hornets' nest, a gas chamber ... A quiver
tells me it's time to go back ... back ... but only to evoke this vision.

I do not claim that my speech becomes a reality. There can be no sharing when you are the passive observer of your folly.

Contribution of view: the cover of the book "Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk, First Anchor Books Edition, 2002