July 14, 2012

Suvi Pärnus

If I take a quarter sarcastic, semi poetical mind to produce a text and then mash it through an iconically meaningkilling translation system, what comes out? Something that my brain looks like right now, clear knowing of nothing being clear.
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To all of these great Plans will be negligible when the wind you can just wipe off the road forever. that this fear is useless, if you know anyway that you can never be. Or not. And yet do not know at all. What happens if I'm turning into the road to this forest? Do I come to some place or not coming back at all? Yesterday, after all, the movie did not come. But when I direct drive, what happens next? If everything is a reference to something that has already been written, discussed and shown, then what about all of us we are so special?

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