ecology
as theory
is really
out of control
environment
is
postponed
desire
fuck the flop
claude
lorrain
goes to
hollywood
tomorrow
fresh utopias
bring
happiness
play
the pop,
pimp!
burocracy
roars
in the
press
what we
need
is
an art
form
to an art
failure
(not
love
anymore)
we love
sexy
godesses
forever
weekend
interactionism
is good
for sex
and
religion
trust
in your dog
like god
trusts me
become
the plant
in the mind
shake
the shock
and shape
the show:
business
is
low
if you are
out
failure
is
certain,
if you are
in
sucesse
is
kin
you need
a good
nickname
in order
to be
the number
one
give me
a peace
for a chance
or change
knoweldge
is a blind
lover
fame = fake
what you
say
with the
same
is not
what i say
whith the
same
stronger
than
paradise
to have
bubs
in
the brains
is
so
beautiful
wild
as
a will
before
the Word:
the abyss
of
the kiss
become
what you
will
never
be
although
I do not
hope
to win
the Turner
prize
again
bloom
as
a metaphor
flirt
with
the
raw
chaos
forever
memory
is a blind date
with
the past
trust
in oblivion
bring
the
body
back
from
reality
to
the
boldness
of
life
calypso
reshapes
your
body
for
the next
non stop
party
the master
mind
buddha
view
cosmos
is
dirty
serenity
is
a boom
life
brings
you
back
from
the
deeds
of
the
deads
your
hand
writes
the
nakedness
of
God
beautifully
ornement
frees
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