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Post N° 57


appunti conseguenti alla visione di un'installazione - everything keeps falling downfrom its loose grippings -I hate what I have become:a motionless parasite sucking whatever sapmy blind lips can smell.A mildly educated beggar who pretendsto himself and to the others he's climbingup a non precisely defined ladder of importanceand wise thoughts to be displayed with flasheswhen the mundane opportunity requestsmy irresistible sad jests.I cannot think anymore.I cannot stop gallivating roundmy own pastic burned out illusions.To what unexpected rootsmy tattered soul is hanging on?