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The barely thirteen-year-old puffball boy, who unfortunately could not suffer the science of numbers, and was barely able to understand why two and tw..
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Oh, you pitiful, foolish soul! Prodigal, brooding, brooding like a hunted wild animal, you are forced to run away and hide every day. The unspeakable,..
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He wakes up early in the morning, and he has the unshakable, somewhat mischievous, but completely almost legalistic thought that today is the time for..
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Objects lie around me like a sleeping flock. This is the concentrated silence of embodied thoughts, the silence after creation, and it is almost touch..
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To serve a decayed appearance Humbly and quietly, To sway day by day to the current of every little movement, To waver and fear ceaselessly, Tolerate ..
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The whole world already looks like a wolf-lamb of humans-humans. On lost chessboards, the puppets are standing up and moving, - It's true - not a bit ..
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Compared to April, it was surprisingly sunny, almost cheerful summer heat, when a man with a teddy bear decided to take a taxi and take himself to the..
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All I feel now is: the noose is tight, slimy-raw amniotic membrane. A handful of my life is caught in the unexpected vice of Being. Without clouds, my..
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Ferenciek tere's former bustling, rather unfriendly bustle of cans is now a thing of the past. It is as if one were walking in the ghost town of Ninev..
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Interpreter for us, why should you? We have already overcome language, will, shackled Nothings. Art, as a vast storehouse of thoughts, only stands or ..
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