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This is a manifest for escaped cats.

The Golden Eagle (Aquila chrysaetos) is one of the best known birds of prey in the Northern Hemisphere.

There is some energy that operates like an underwater freezing volcano. It is a volcano but it is underwater and it’s freezing.

Is that clear?

I don’t want you to know that I don’t know that you know what I don’t want to know…

Clew…

Isolated bombastic mountains kissing solitary skies and slippery seas in the tongue.

Continuously || Non stop || 24/7 || How to say it?

Τhe plenitude of nothingness is so amazingly gorgeous! It functions like an eerie soulsplitter.

You burned my wound with a firing nail. Where are you my wound-burner?

In 1888 Erik Satie constantly repeated the melodic sequence of his ‘vexations’ 840 times long enough for the quiet and lingering sequence of tones to inscribe themselves into life, so to speak. As a consequence Satie considered ‘musique d’ameublement’: tones would be able to fill rooms like furniture.

On the other hand, music connects soul with mind or opposite.

Terroristic absence feeds every day’s duties, something equally laborious as death. It’s not the way you see it, it’s the way you look on it.

Sometimes it’s really disgusting to remember, I wish I could erase everything.

Awful awkward delirios measuring the statistics of irrationality, hovering and/or howling against silent white mushrooms.

The doctor advised them to tell him: Yes!

The earth belongs to my handful, I very often stare on numbers and ‘I Miss my dog’. I love my friends when they are smiling. My mixing board’s LEDs are drawing a passport allowing me to go to Tristan Da Kunha.

The escaped cat functions as a soulsplitter and continuously generates the explosive voice of silence. Wearing out helmets are engaging canyons, when repetitive mili-moments are galloping in and out this lonesome mass. Their railway carriage decked out in garlands…

Cloudy shadows are eating televisions for breakfast. AaAaAaAaAAAAA

The mongrel Goldman Sachs is responsible for humans who are not able to fall in love. Am I getting insane or it’s only ‘The Crisis’? Ha…

Lately, I learned that forests are slowly moving to The North…

Ice is firing my arms, flames are frying up my chest and look those tiny cells in your brain… Those you erase but they are always there, combining an utterly ecstatic scent and a piano dancing all over the skies. They are woolen-covered and they smell like cinnamon-ash!

You can’t imagine how much I hate electronic social counters…

I want to listen to the silence of the snow. My head will explode from unexpected eternities and faulty inner intoxication. Somehow, when you are generous, tender and gentle, everybody turns negative to you. Those who constantly look you in your eyes, could be your friends.

The Music is knitting my retina with pearly misunderstandings and gigantic darkness.
Where is the yesterday we loved so much?

This city lets you breath and out, but when you take a deep breath you get interrupted… mostly by bad smells.

Poisoned coconuts, do save me!

And hey you Vilém Flusser and your ‘Ins Universum der technischen Bilder’. Do not forget that your most profound experiences took place with your eyes wide closed… Writing on a computer is like turning X rays against your eyes and brain. Where is my blue exercise book?

-This is still a manifest for escaped cats.-

Terroristic absence transforms feathers into anchored power plants.

Digitalization of thinking leads to the digitalization of movements, which leads to the digitalization of the eye. The digitalization of hearts will be following.

There is no house that can be filled without pain, loss and memories.

JOB TITLE = Summerizing the winter + Wintering the summer.

Who is in the train when nobody is there?

Insanity plays a pivotal role to wake up and do what you have to do. What you have to do… What you have to… What you have… What you…

You?