"The creative is the place where no one else has ever been.
You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.” A.Alda

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"Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good." B.Brecht

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"Man muss noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können." F.Nietzsche

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"The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words &
if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it! whatever you wish." T.McKenna

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Ich bin das, was du [nicht] daraus gemacht hast!? N|K o`n´† r a ↯† o∓*** u² :):

und...

Wenn er nicht gestorben is...
dann, ist er auf Aggropolis. . . ... /\/ ! < 0==][::::::::::::... ±

oder...✞ɪ'ʍ✞...✞blutbad: | ╳= y´z:

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I leave you now with a tale penned by: a man...
who found freedom, in the most unlikeliest of places...
at the bottom of an inkwell, on the tip of a quill.

However...

Be forewarned...
It's plot is blood-soaked...
It's characters depraved...

and...

It's themes... unwholesome at best.

but...

In order to know virtue...
We must acquaint ourselves with vice.
Only then can we know the full measure of man.

So come...

I dare ***

TURN THE PAGE !!!!!!
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To The Reader of The Radar ;)
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Stupidity, delusion, selfishness and lust torment our bodies and possess our minds, and we sustain our affable remorse the way a beggar nourishes his lice. Our´sins are stubborn, our contrition lame; we want our scruples to be worth our while how cheerfully we crawl back to the mire: with few cheap tears washing our stains away! Satan Trismegistus subtly rocks our ravished spirits on his wicked bed until "the precious metal" of our will is leached out by this cunning alchemist: the Devil's's hand directs our every move the things we loathed become the things we love: day by day we drop though stinking shades quite undeterred on our descent to Hell! Like a poor profligate who sucks and bites the withered breasts of some well-seasoned trull, we snatch in passing at clandestine joys and squeeze the oldest orange harder yet. Wriggling in our brains like a million worms, a demon demos holds its revels there, and when we breathe, the Lethe in our lungs trickles sighing on its secret course. If rape and arson, poison and the knife have not yet stitched their ludicrous designs onto the banal buckram of our fates, it! is because our´souls lack enterprize*

But here among the scorpions and the hounds, the jackals, apes and vultures, snakes and wolves, monsters that howl and growl and squeal and crawl, in all the squalid zoo of vices, one is even uglier and fouler than the rest, althoug the least flamboyant of the lot; this beast would gladly undermine the earth.

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{LOVE IS NOTHING BUT! A BEAUTIFUL ACHY MISTAKE}
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Dank +Infos☞ http://allpoetry.com/Bachir_Ramadan

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Words by Bachir Ramadan [poet] from Lebanon
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Mehr Infos☞ http://www.allpoetry.com/poem/11290466-Breathe-by-Bachir-Ramadan

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∀. . . ...вᴙεaᴛн ı s ?!?³

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http://soundcloud.com/thebeautifultable/nevermore
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aber...

Besser Ein Ende Mit! Schrecken, Als Schrecken Oh'ne N.de


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Neil works in Electroacoustic Composition, filmmaking, and installation and is a key member of Plymouth’s premier experimental music collective: Café Concrete. 
Neil is also one half of performance and mayhem makers: Got Any Rice? 
Neil is continually inspired by real world events and attempts to replicate them through random, algorithmic, and generative computer behaviours in order to decode or quantize the world through composition.

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