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My friend, tell me the cool One-Truth! To whom, and when, will you give an account of yourself on an idle afternoon, when you are a castaway, when you..
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As the leaves drift into themselves in the deserted forest, instead of the eternal, light, wind-driven festive dance of waves, they roll echoing noise..
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The theater performance of The Tragedy of Man has just
ended in the only one still available in the small motel - like boarding house
where , on the..
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How can you remain spotless here, when your soul is already merged in the darkness of the core, and never asks how or how you could have escaped the g..
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Let's take the '68 Gibson electric guitar, or Les Paul: labelled U.S.A., it has a wildly full sound, and when the crystal-clear dust settles on its st..
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He felt that his life was a single incessant rush ,
commuting between minutes and seconds, which could only be preserved with
painful efforts. Ever ..
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When we were born, the soul-body boundaries were still open, only later to branch out. Our childhood passed beneath the open bura of wire incubators. ..
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Latex inserts slipped into a cheek pouch, which make the
face look fuller. The fattening costume is almost marble - precise , precise ,
but at the s..
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Of August, teacher Dr. Peter Novak took out a strange
official letter from his apartment building mailbox, which in recent years -
quite regularly -..
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We can only really understand each other: the old, never-agreeing accomplices, the outcast and the silent friend abandoned at the dawn of childhood. W..
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