Back to my back future

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles an hour, you're going to see some serious shit"













our past had
a romantic vision
of the future

we are really the best future of our past?

"C’est l’histoire d’un homme qui tombe d’un immeuble de cinquante étages.
Le mec, au fur et à mesure de sa chute se répète sans cesse pour se rassurer : jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien.
Mais le plus dur c’est pas la chute, c’est l’atterrissage"

To an observer in the Andromeda nebula,
the sign of our extinction would be no more than a match flaring
for a second in the heavens




























we are all Kubrick's film
if viewed from outside the orbit.
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Some of us is a Kubrick film
even at very close range.

from Blog into Blog: Blog 1
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Skeleton you are my friend
But you are made of bone
And you have got no flesh and blood
Running through you to help protect the bone

Skeleton we have been friends for years
And you have seen me through some trials
And tribulations and some tears
But everybody thinks I'm weird
And I should have known
That it wouldn't be long
Until you, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it's not that I'm letting go of you
But I don't know what to do
Skeleton we are so close
But you have got no body
So why do you insist on wearing clothes
Skeleton when we were young
It was easy
Even though the other kids
They would tease me
But I was only seven I had you
But now I'm twenty-two
And now it's different, when I take you out
And you, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it's not that I'm letting go of you
But I don't know what to do
'Cause sometimes at night,
I dream of the most terrible things
I take a hammer and I creep out of bed
And I raise it high
And I smash your head
Fibular and tubular
And ribs and cages, too
In fact, while I'm here
I'll smash the whole of you

Smaaaaaaaaaaash !
But Skeleton, you are my friend
And I could never bring your life to an end
Yes Skeleton you are, you are my friend
And I will be there for you until the end
And even though, when I take you out
You've got me, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
I could, I could never let you go
And that is all I know
And that is all I know
And that is all I, that is all I know
And that is all I know, know

Skeleton you're my friend



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from Blog into Blog: Blog 2
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from Blog into Blog: Blog 3
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you know that feyne's metamorphosis is coming soon here in MR??
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further informations here
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I want to be Evil.

Satan be praised! Glory to you on High
where once you reigned in Heaven, and in the
Pit where now you dream in taciturn defeat!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
of Knowledge, meet you when above your brow
its branches, like a second Temple, spread!
(Charles Baudelaire)






HEAD




or...

«L'érotisme est l'une des bases de la connaissance de soi, aussi indispensable que la poésie.»
Anais Nin

I saw Tokyo (pantarei)
...and...
"There are no facts, only interpretations" (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Jesus loves you
(but only as a friend)

Charles Bukowski



"I've never met another man I'd rather be"

He said...




but

I'd wanted to be him



"There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn
about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the
lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor
their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb
fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family,
fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without
thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to
think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with
cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the
great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths
are a sham. There's nothing left to die"