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General-Oberst Kurt von Hammerstein-Equord, 1933

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 15:16:00 +0000

I divide my officers into four classes; the clever, the lazy, the industrious, and the stupid. Most often two of these qualities come together. The officers who are clever and industrious are fitted for the highest staff appointments. Those who are stupid and lazy make up around 90% of every army in the world, and they can be used for routine work. The man who is clever and lazy however is for the very highest command; he has the temperament and nerves to deal with all situations. But whoever is stupid and industrious is a menace and must be removed immediately!

budda

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 20:56:00 +0000

To keep the body in good health is a duty... otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 18:48:00 +0000

Full afterburner. Idle throttle. Choose one.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:00:00 +0000

M.A.R.S. MARRS. M|A|R|R|S.

Choose one.

Marie Laforêt Marie Colère/Marie Douceur

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:22:00 +0000

Maria Ljuva så lyder ditt öknamn på mig
Du tror så klart känna mig bättre än nån
Marie Vrede finns till också var mycket försiktig
Jag har sagt dig hundra tusen gånger i alla toner

Maria Ljuva har mycket mycket tålamod
Ja men en dag måste du se komma in i dansen
Marie Vrede med blixtar i ögonen
Jag vet vem av oss två har minst mod

Maria Ljuva är med dig alltför den snälla
Forsätter du att titta på de andra flickorna
Marie Vrede kommer inte alls att vara med längre
Och kommer att springa på dig med alla klorna ute

Maria Ljuva tycker om att sjunga ballader
Men lita inte alltför mýcket ett gott råd ta dig i akt
Marie Vrede dyrkar dunder och röstsplitter
Så gör ditt val mellan de andra och jag

Maria Ljuva så lyder ditt öknamn på mig
Du tror så klart känna mig bättre än nån
Marie Vrede står nu här framför dig
Maria Ljuva är blott ett minne kvar...
texte en français

Where's my fucking space ship?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 09:01:00 +0000

It's 2010. That's the sequel of 2001. People should be like, sending me postcards from the moons of pluto or something. Instead I got this phone; true it's nifty that it's got more computing power than the whole Soviet Bloc in 1969. But it's still just a phone. Without a chord. What a piece of junk. So once again, where's my fucking millennium falcon, motherfucker?

Hat tip to Egils for inspiration.

俳句090812

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 08:17:00 +0000

Soleils jaunes, feuilles vertes
Nuages, bleus, ciels, blancs, roses, gris
En attendant le vent

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 22:18:00 +0000

Ants summer swarming
In the winds and in the waves
With a sunny smile

On freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 27 May 2009 23:12:00 +0000

"You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, but rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound." - Khalil Gibran

Andrew Weil, M.D

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 15 May 2009 11:49:00 +0000

I have argued that every human being is born with an innate drive to experience altered states of consciousness periodically -- in particular to learn how to get away from ordinary ego-centered consciousness. I have also explained my intuition that this drive is a most important factor in our evolution, both as individuals and as a species. Nonordinary experiences are vital to us because they are expressions of our unconscious minds, and the integration of conscious and unconscious experience is the key to life, health, and spiritual development, and fullest use of our nervous systems.

(俳句090428)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:27:00 +0000

Gelb als die sonne
ein schmetterling strahlt
am grenze stadts und lands

(俳句090417) Insects

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 15:28:00 +0000

Beetle, beetle, fly
Wasp ant beetle fly, beetle,
No bees a-buzzin'.

(俳句090106)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 10:56:00 +0000

Soon spring,
Already I'm yearning for autumn,
And after that, summer.

(俳句090315)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 21:35:00 +0000

Rund Lundsee hat ich
im schmeltzschneenachtnebel schleichen.
Alles war ruhe.

Black ice

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 07:08:00 +0000

White is EVIL. Black ice is GOOD.

(俳句090106)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 12:09:00 +0000

Alone we wander
Sparks and stars in the ether
I'm here forever

Roads To Nowhere: Where are my stars?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 05:06:00 +0000

My stars are gone!
Même Luna n'est qu'un mince croissant éblouissant
Lying in the middle of a triangular champ
Smoking a fag beneath Orion
After runing on the rail tracks
In a granite canyon
Past one, past two, past three stations
Spöktåget kan ta mig nu
I turn my back on the transmission towers
Månskuggor kämpar emot väghalkan
Ledsagar mina steg på grusstigen
The Great Polar Bear is hiding beyond the trees
Gods, what have I done?
Where have you been?
But I carry on, the rip is grinding down the view
Will Wild, White Horses take me away?
Try to dig yourself out of an icy marsh
With, for help, only your own shadow to follow.

Tête vide

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 08:07:00 +0000

1918.11.11.11.11.09. 1933. Lebensraum 101. Cerebral antiseptic. 1984. 1946 Jahr Null. Nineleventh days of the elevenineth month. The architecture has been defeated. The will to assimilinihilate tactics and techniques has triumphed. Durchmenschdenken ist der neue weltverbeßerwißeranschauung.

(俳句080909)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 04:44:00 +0000

A bee dancing
A butterfly stinging
In a shadow box

Wotrìc

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 22:13:00 +0000

Om man betraktade Wotrìc noga såg man hans anletsdrag hade rena skönhet som en grakisk statys, fast enligt de germanska barbarernas Ìdeal.

Detta förstärktes ytterligare av hudens vithet, densamma som blåådrad marmor.

Dock först, såg man de utflisade spåren i denna mask. Ärren från de dödligas järn, rynkor från de oslaliga andarna. Två gånger tio år till hans ålder dem la.

Och liksom i en mask gnistrade hans ögonblick blåa som en bleck vintermorgon, ur askgrå ögonhållor.

Denna blick, som bränhet glöd i en nästan utsläckt eld.

Voile

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 06:03:00 +0000

Body check. Don't let me down.
Stadtkind. Du gibst mir die Kraft.
Time is a liquid in my hands.

(俳句080608)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 02:15:00 +0000

solen strålar här
eclipsed by an absence
j'en fait un poème

Space - Magic Fly 1977 - Best Audio - Full EQ

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 20 May 2008 15:01:00 +0000

(俳句080401)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 01 May 2008 00:22:00 +0000

le soleil zénithe
à minuit trois quart de lune
ni noble mais ni gris

Springshock

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 02:51:00 +0000

Sodden spring mud
Bird nests kept dry under pine needles
All are a-twitting about springshock snow