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In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.

Samuel Beckett

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Moments Place Time
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.

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