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[integer at www.god-emil.dk]

>our moods lately   like my father's socks when I was little   never seem
>to match       one too blue or a hole
>recently you affirmed freedom an absence of apology      so I will not
>apologize for keeping harsh tones from my home         I face enough of
>them out of doors            but that is not to say you should not enjoy
>them tonight             by all means           court the tones you
>wish              and I      from the quiet I wish to nestle further
>in      will share briefly what I had to share           and you can
>read it when the tone matches your evening
>
>            Celan          so many beautiful words


!n ur!t!ng ue [evn lv] = oftn beaut!fl


2x - z!mpl!.zt!k! \+\ peace.mongerz





>YOUR HAND FULL OF HOURS, you came to me -- and I said:
>Your hair is not brown.
>So you lifted it lightly on to the scales of grief: it weighed more
>         than I......


u peace monger u




>On ships they come to you and make it their cargo, then put it on
>   sale in the markets of lust --
>You smile at me from the depth, I weep at you from the scale
>   that stays light.
>I weep: Your hair is not brown, they offer brine from the sea and
>   you give them curls....
>You whisper: They're filling the world with me now, in your
>   heart I'm a hollow way still!
>You say: Lay the leafage of years beside you -- it's time you came
>   closer and kissed me!
>
>The leafage of years is brown, your hair is not brown.

!f ! zet az!de m! ueaponz u!l u !d.tag m! zp!nelesz +?
! th!nk u u!l ... hensz ....

! affirm freedom
ultra v!olenza 4 ur leafage

bo!z leave. zom men zta!. mozt r bur!ed al!v b! tralalela + lalala uomen

ztresz \+\ dekoraz!onz