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Last night a DJ didn't save my lifeSimilar to: Boy Robot, Frank Bretschneider
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"What does this place stand for?" is a question that can and should be asked of any place.
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- Are you gonna go straight back to bed?
- I already am in bed.
- Good point.Similar to: Nancy Elizabeth, Mikhail
To the motherfucking east!
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Fuck. How does he know.
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The darkness does not lift but becomes yet heavier as I think how little we can hold in mind, how everything is constantly lapsing into oblivion with every extinguished life, how the world is, as it were, draining itself...
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Part1 Part2The sight of a reason, the same sight slighter, the sight of a simpler negative answer, the same sore sounder, the intention to wishing, the same splendor, the same furniture.Similar to: Benoît Pioulard, Tim Heckerbuy it
Never before have individual histories been so explicitly affected by collective history, but never before, either, have the reference points for collective identification been so unstable.Similar to: Svarte Greiner, Jasper TXbuy it
I rode and am riding on an ocean of violent lights, I watched and am watching a cold dead sun rise then explode, I swallowed and am swallowing the river Ganges.Similar to: Aidan Baker & Tim Hecker, Sunn O)))buy it
We were excited about getting jobs; we hardly went anywhere without filling out an application. But once we were hired we could not believe this was really what people did all day. Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone's job. Everyone had rotting carpet and a door to pay for. Aghast, we quit. There had to be a more dignified way to live. Similar to: Tim Hecker, The Caretaker
I scorned it in its early stages. For when I was still young, I could put up with hardships and show a bold front to illness. But I finally succumbed, and arrived at such a state that I could do nothing but snuffle, reduced as I was to the extremity of thinness.Similar to: Fuck Buttons, Burning Star Corebuy it
All I could feel were the cymbals the sun was clashing against my forehead, and, indistinctly, the dazzling spear still leaping up off the knife in front of me. It was like a red hot blade gnawing at my eyelashes and gouging out my stinging eyes. That was when everything shook. The sea swept ashore a great breath of fire.Similar to: Andy Stott, Pantha du Princebuy it