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| Age: | 26 years old |
| Sex: | Male |
| Location: | Berlin, |
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| Last Login: | May 25, 2009 (167 days back) |
About Me |
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i offer you my broken image on the alter of your hatred for me it's a phantom it is nothing but it's all i have to give every word we say is crucial a lie to avoid a lie can we bridge the gap between us? will you pray with me? could you use some quiet? can you perform an exorcism? you numbed you conscience with sanctimony i numbed mine with narcissism ----- your little voice your little voice ----- excuse me but i just have to explode explode this body off me |
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I'd like to meet:this is the monologue which opened the gybe! live show at the royal festival hall, london, on april 3rd 2000. there is a devil in this world and no angel will save us our relations are sickened and damaged as this upside down world they're turning our neighbourhoods into disneylands they're building more prisons and doubling their patrols at the same time miss celine dion sings love songs while our cities burn in these times, when everything is denied us anything is possible but everyday stubborn clumsy beautiful ideas rot on the withering vine all dreams fall down failure leads to irony, and irony smothers us with all the pastel colours of the newest retail superstores we call for an end to this state of affairs long live a little bit of autonomy long live all quiet roof easels a sort of culture can be built here all sorts of things can happen when and if we finally begin to refuse we dedicate tonight's performance to quiet refusals loud refusals and sad refusals we dedicate it to the imminent market collapse we dedicate it to carpenters waitresses and drug addicts we dedicate it to secretaries, alcoholics and schizophrenics we dedicate it to the boys kissing boys girls kissing girls girls kissing boys and everything in between we dedicate it to anxiety attacks, hangovers, worried depression and all the other necessary by-products of trying to live free we dedicate it to any endeavour who's ultimate unreasonable goal is autonomy self-determination or joy we dedicate it to every prisoner in the world emma lazarus – the new colossus (engraved in the foot of the statue of liberty) not like the brazen giant of greek fame with conquering limbs astride from land to land here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name mother of exiles. from her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she with silent lips. "give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me: i lift my lamp beside the golden door." |
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| MaritalStatus: | Single |
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