"Napalm, amphétamines & miséricorde like flowers unfolding in black days"
she's the man given just too many faces - changing like the seasons - each of them a wall to hide his days from the night behind.
here you might get to know one of them.
this one loves tuneless music, symbols, sugar and porcelain people. eight steps in the nothing & always five behind you, there he lives.
and lately, he's adopted a strange way to survive.
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this page was written in two langauges. part english, part german.. two languages, to avoid a decision, as always.
but don't they say two poles can complement each other?
zweI|Icht
addiction is my life.
i will be addicted to anything i can see but can't reach, addicted to the idea of the possibilites.
- so i'm addicted to utopias. to symmetry. to the idea of coordination of mind and body, the idea of a society in which every single moment is catalogued & choreographed.
das wir.
    //kontrolle ist mein licht // der kontrollverlust mein wesenszug//
musik schlägt für mich brücken zwischen dem körperlichen und dem gedachten. ich möchte den klang meine wirbelsäule herunterlaufen spüren, schall atmen, die vibration mich umfassen lassen.
    denn mit dem eintritt in die körperliche erfahrung beweisen sich meine gefühle als wahr.
"The way I look is part of it. It sounds affected but I do see myself as a piece of living art. People do accuse me of being just decorative or an escapist. Well, I am. That’s what I do." (Klaus Nomi)
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