If an assignment as life is, it sickens you, but you by need, while the writing process as a birth: painful, long, long, and yet there is only relief and void if it's done, then how does it work together for?
A birth brings forth life, writing the housework, domestic work sick, the baby puke on you, you have to shit and scream and fight and tear out their hair, the pages almost as fully make the sheets of the bed that you vollkackst, life is text and you write it, but always with the words of others, one's thoughts are ever anywhere been different at first, give it the life, Review, fear ... where is the return key in the real world, where is the what you see is what you get, but basically this is not true, programming, machine, man.
object of investigation at the moment:
http://berkenheger.netzliteratur.net/ouargla/wargla/zeit.htm
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