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Fragments of a letter, of text messages and of Clementine Morrigan’s zine “Love Without Emergency”, video clips from a phone, names of the sounds are soundtracks created by writing.
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keep feeling like I'm going to pass out
00:00 / 01:23

(to exist
the presence feels like)
you felt
such
the risk
real villany lay in
have lost ”it”
Nothing special happened, but still I feel completely different
I think of the harsh tongue on the back of my palm
The twist and turns.
Do not ask me to calm down


But deep down, below the surface, is my want, my want to want, my want to act, my want to desire
And I
let it lead me

you could undress yourself
I remember
in the dark desert
I will destroy the house
lying on the same carpet
becomes a carnivorous plant

Duplication
About when you put your eyes closed and can be anywhere
About having your eyes open and being able to be anywhere
About being in many places at the same time
I want to be the last
all my life something to run into a burning house
whether the significance is significant
no more taste in the morning

I want to touch something rough with my tongue.
I try to talk without breathing
I try to breathe without talking

Some part of ”it” stayed wild.
Knows about excitement
Danger
Die
Fuck
History
Clear
Delete



desire
00:00 / 00:51
(Hello /her name/. To exist.
Things, wich are not
I’m writing now
genuine)
the way you keep loosing
pouring gasoline on a fire
spill over and explode
terrified of my
which has never happened


There are things for which no words have been invented
Hands somewhere.
Unpunished.
Short-tempered nature.
Then it finally got. End helpless. Not my home.
Forced to somehow stop.
Something kind of festive. Liked everything as suddenly as possible.



I am afraid, yes
00:00 / 01:12

Inside my head, everything ends in some kind of catastrophe.
You don't really know what it means in the end.
Probably nothing.

it feelks like you don’t
is this really a tragedy here? clue becomes ordinary

It's magic.
Feels like I wanna die
Even though nothing happened
everything I desire
I am in love
Mysterys
Too many emotions
I am on fire (baby yeah)
how long does eternity last?
I am afraid, yes
I lost ”it” to the deep wild part of myself
"it", going crazy because of
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