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i do a really good imitation of a woodpecker with my hand clenched into a fist, knocking on my forehead, as if knocking on the forehead of others - i admit, i'm searching for an echo of the rat-tat-tat thumping drill for the cure of headaches. when i inherit what i might inherit i'll book a ticket to switzerland's auschwitz, but drinking a bottle of whiskey and a few beers each day... i'm praying to the gods: gods! a heart attack! gods! a second haemorrhage! gods! a heart attack! darwinism taught me insignificance... so i countered... well... an insignificant theory and practice... like nietzsche said about the darwinists: 'imagine speaking for the entire human race!' well, english journalists already do... and i'm like hey hey hooray for iraq! get blown up by a bomb i'd like my limbs back, or at least the idea of having them once... shiny happy people holding hands! **** old age and grandchildren, there's no accomplishment in that... fake teeth like no teeth at all... apple goo pulp and then porridge... what a great reward! ooh! ah! i'm all geared up for that fear of death... no... i'm scared of being 100 years old; i wouldn't be, had i been born a Galapagos turtle.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
every ****** in you should understand (woodpecker)
i do a really good imitation of a woodpecker with my hand clenched into a fist, knocking on my forehead, as if knocking on the forehead of others - i admit, i'm searching for an echo of the rat-tat-tat thumping drill for the cure of headaches. when i inherit what i might inherit i'll book a ticket to switzerland's auschwitz, but drinking a bottle of whiskey and a few beers each day... i'm praying to the gods: gods! a heart attack! gods! a second haemorrhage! gods! a heart attack! darwinism taught me insignificance... so i countered... well... an insignificant theory and practice... like nietzsche said about the darwinists: 'imagine speaking for the entire human race!' well, english journalists already do... and i'm like hey hey hooray for iraq! get blown up by a bomb i'd like my limbs back, or at least the idea of having them once... shiny happy people holding hands! **** old age and grandchildren, there's no accomplishment in that... fake teeth like no teeth at all... apple goo pulp and then porridge... what a great reward! ooh! ah! i'm all geared up for that fear of death... no... i'm scared of being 100 years old; i wouldn't be, had i been born a Galapagos turtle.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
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