The aesthetic construct, and nothing else, has taught us to expose ourselves to a non-enslaving experience of rank differences. The work of art is even allowed to 'tell' us, those who have run away from form, something, because it quite obviously does not embody the intention to confine us. 'La poesie ne s'impose plus, elle s'expose' Something that exposes itself and proves itself in this test gains unpresumed authority. In the space of aesthetic simulation, which is at once the emergency space for the success and failure of the artistic construct, the powerless superiority of the works can affect observers who otherwise take pains to ensure that they have no lord, old or new, above them. . Peter Sloterdijk
Keep your best wishes, close to your heart and watch what happens
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Tony Deliso
Happiness is part of who we are. Joy is the feeling
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Tony Deliso
I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.
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Tallulah Bankhead
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.
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Criss Jami
I choose to write because it's perfect for me. It's an escape, a place I can go to hide. It's a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It's a journal, when the only story I can tell is my own. <span style="margin:15px;...
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Alysha Speer
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For someone so conflicted, who am I to give advice to anybody? It’s such a funny, grandiose idea
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>No...
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth And, with a word all my love came rushing out And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word There is a hollow in me now.. And Every whisper, every sigh...
Hands up if you’re ready to do something you’ll regret this weekend. Go forth! You have my blessing.
Then I heard your voice as clear as day, And you told me I should concentrate, It was all so strange, And so surreal, That a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a night And the only solution was to stand and fight,...
