opening in 7 days in Karl-Marx-Allee 36, Berlin.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Grommet Tape Racquetball
Läuseleuseleuse
Before it elsewhere no longer exists, yet this one blog entry about the lice. Where there still so many of them! Hair! For days not combed! If all dunked in the bath water. search in this maze for lice, plagues the eyes. Tingly fingers entzausen and share the locks. Time they move to their own head to scratch it, then they will continue their work.
It had twinge!
I remind my fingers and caution in mind that they look for the nits. All sorts of sounds in this hair. A lollipop of yesterday, and a chewing gum, has been sleeping on the head again. Passing thoughts like butterflies summer lilac and still so much to tell you what I wanted . Scales like a Krumpel, golden fish fall from the head. The cradle cap from another time. The hair smells.
I know your smell from the other time, I do not put my nose so often in your hair as before. But I blow. A strong wind blows the lice in the face. Keep to protect a pair of limbs to her face, as long as the wind stops. Then they look forward to their discovery.
No, no lice. Yes, already moved. Nissen they have no left there.
I scratch again on the head, thoughtfully. 
Before it elsewhere no longer exists, yet this one blog entry about the lice. Where there still so many of them! Hair! For days not combed! If all dunked in the bath water. search in this maze for lice, plagues the eyes. Tingly fingers entzausen and share the locks. Time they move to their own head to scratch it, then they will continue their work. It had twinge!
I remind my fingers and caution in mind that they look for the nits. All sorts of sounds in this hair. A lollipop of yesterday, and a chewing gum, has been sleeping on the head again. Passing thoughts like butterflies summer lilac and still so much to tell you what I wanted . Scales like a Krumpel, golden fish fall from the head. The cradle cap from another time. The hair smells.
I know your smell from the other time, I do not put my nose so often in your hair as before. But I blow. A strong wind blows the lice in the face. Keep to protect a pair of limbs to her face, as long as the wind stops. Then they look forward to their discovery.
No, no lice. Yes, already moved. Nissen they have no left there.
I scratch again on the head, thoughtfully.
Monday, November 8, 2010
How To Remove The Write Protection
#151
exhibition by students of the Free Graphics and illustration in
the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw. Until 23 November.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
What Should I Bid Dubai Diamonds
Deschooling notes 004
Deschooling come when I can not help but learn. I wanted to know what a lithophone, and found that I once had played on. As the man was still then called his instrument? This is like the oblivion. He had the stones from the Dolomites, he had tasted at how they sound. They were raw. Flat disks. But great! As he has just dragged! Singing Stones, now I find it again. Or simply lithophone. The Schlegel, to bring the stones to the blades were made of deer antlers.
I remember back to the feeling of having learned something and communicate it to others like to do as just. 
Deschooling come when I can not help but learn. I wanted to know what a lithophone, and found that I once had played on. As the man was still then called his instrument? This is like the oblivion. He had the stones from the Dolomites, he had tasted at how they sound. They were raw. Flat disks. But great! As he has just dragged! Singing Stones, now I find it again. Or simply lithophone. The Schlegel, to bring the stones to the blades were made of deer antlers.
I remember back to the feeling of having learned something and communicate it to others like to do as just.
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