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  Identitriviality ”Ich glaube … no, I think that there's an overall resistance or dislike to be who and what you are rooted in our upbringing. I mean, why would you begin to become something or someone you're not already in your teens. And it doesn't stop there. Grown people spend a lot of time trying to look like someone else. THERE lies the downfall of humanity, I guess.” “You really shouldn't watch that much reality tv.” “No?” K. takes off his Dolly Parton costume, fake tits and all. “Maybe I should try to be Japanese instead.” “Well, your complexion will come in handy.” Dead whities get a little yellow with time. “Nah, I can't stand raw fish ...” kimonotously an autumn rain with no end . Identitrivialitet ”Ich glaube … nej, jeg tror, at der er en overvældende modstand mod eller mishag ved, at være den og hvad, du er, rodfæstet i vores opdragelse. Jeg mener, hvorfor ville du anstrenge dig for, at at blive til nogen eller noget, du ikke...

  Wind He kissed the wind as it passed him. He stood on a hill waiting for the far end of it and it sighed past him. At one point he considered taking a bike ride to get closer to it, to get into it, but both tires were flat and he settled for being patient. Now it's gone, the wind. From what he can deduce it may now be enjoying the broad boulevards of St. Petersburg and that's not bad. He looks it up on the internet, sees a lot of blood-gold and hopes the wind knows Russian well enough to manage. Though, while it was here it never stopped long enough to chat. Soon it'll get to the vast plains he imagines lie beyond the city and it will die down utterly confused by all that space. What can you do? He lights a candle for it and prays. into the mush of time and tiny fish the eye of the Father . Vind Han kyssede vinden, da den passerede ham. Han stod på en bakke og ventede på den fjerne ende af den, og den sukkede forbi ham. På et tidspunkt overvejede han, at ta...

After taking stock the foreman comes to the office. ”Yup, just as I thought, we have a lot of faulty empty spaces left.” ”How many?” I asked. ”It seems that only one in ten of those we had manufactured in Taiwan is actually working as intended. The rest are just taking up space. I don't think we can sell them.” ”No, I guess not. Can't we fix them somehow?” ”Of course, but the cost of fixing them would exceed their production cost and the room for profit is too narrow for that.” “Throw them out, then.” “O.k. but it's not gonna come cheap either. They're considered hazardous waste so we need a specialised company with specialised tools and specially trained guys to come and get them.” “Can't we just bury them somewhere?” “Bury empty spaces? Man, think of the ground water! Do you plan to poison our grandchildren?” two steps forward one back night frost … file date: November 23, 2014