nice girls are hot
danette
nice girls like blingblings
glittery hairpins
frilly skirts
pointy heels
and the lacoste
sleek camo
z4 coupé individual
nice girls are greedy too
transiberia!
giraffe for a pet
chocolate factory
summers that last forever
old fashioned ice creams
a handsome black horse
latin amerikka-ka-ka
borders and that cd shop
hedonistic holidays
beer, chips and girls
nice people are talkative
everyone has a past.
and here's mine.
Mai 2004
Juni 2004
Juli 2004
August 2004
September 2004
Oktober 2004
November 2004
Dezember 2004
Januar 2005
Februar 2005
März 2005
April 2005
Mai 2005
Juni 2005
Juli 2005
August 2005
September 2005
Oktober 2005
November 2005
Dezember 2005
Januar 2006
Februar 2006
März 2006
April 2006
Mai 2006
Juni 2006
Juli 2006
August 2006
September 2006
Oktober 2006
November 2006
Dezember 2006
but far out was how he saw himself. he once said that you can imagine a painting, perhaps by Brueghel the Elder, the people and the action were in the foreground, full of colour, eating, stealing, copulating, laughing, courting each other, excreting, stabbing each other, selling things, climbing trees. then in the distance, at the far end of a vast plain, there he would be, a speck on the horizon, always receding and always there, and always a necessary and mysterious component of the picture, always there and never to be taken away, essential to the picture - a speck in the distance, which if you were to blow up the detail would simply be a vague figure, plodding on the other way.
but that's not the main point, i said. remember amelie? the crippled old man? the girl in the painting? surrounded by too many people. too many colours. too many actions. so what he said is not true. the fore/middle ground is not always full of action. our minds compress an overdose of details into vagueness.
emptiness persist. so where was she looking? who was she looking at?
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