let’s see what this new year brings.
_can’t wait

one day a friend showed this poem line:
_ something of my future is written in the palm of yr hands _

i wish u have someone to tell this line
and that u have a happy vertigo
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_…is any object which sets desire in motion, especially the partial objects which define the drives. The drives do not seek to attain the objet petit a, but rather circle round it
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_The drives differ from biological needs in that they can never be satisfied, and do not aim at an object but rather circle perpetually round it.
Lacan argues that the purpose of the drive (Triebziel) is not to reach a goal (a final destination) but to follow its aim (the way itself), which is to circle round the object.[2]
Thus the real purpose of the drive is not some mythical goal of full satisfaction, but to return to its circular path, and the real source of enjoyment is the repetitive movement of this closed circuit.
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texts _ jaques L
paintings_ henri R

be it _ the wallpaper of my eyes_thoughts

i am wearing that line
he makes that line bold
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my new fassbinder zone at cabina’s new studio, just missing some draws and books, mayb petra tears poster and retro bird stuff
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petra zone

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great nina lines:

[ LET'S HIT THE CLIMAX, BABY ]

[ FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME ]

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a girl moved away in the building i live.
she leaves a cat, telling no one about it. a very independent creature that used to come and visit me jumping to the balcony sometimes.
since she is gone, it has been looking for more attention and contact.
i get food, water and new dishes, and hope it will stay in the outdoor of the building, where there is a tree he loves to climb and lot of nature activity for cats
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all the sudden it climbs to my balcony again, and enters my living. even if my floor is full of paintings, books and plants, he is curious and delicate about them and spend sometime. i let him. i do not think too much about it. he did not interrupt in any wrong way my routine.
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then again he stays some hours of friday, hours of saturday. totally quiet and warm. a very social cat, he seats on my friends lap. as if we were his sofas
i let him, again. i trust fate and the way we get along so well, so unexpectedly easy.
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realise it is a girl…had named him “mono”, but i changed it and named her “uma”
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i was not looking for uma, but i embrace her coming.
this is the second unexpected amazing event so far in spring.
that affects my days in a deep level.

i think about what i planned, what i didn’t plan. the work it might take. is something beyond my control, so it will take new approaches from me.

not knowing what would happen, fills my life of chances.
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what
is
this
weather
i am
under
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playing tennis together
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beauty
subtle objects
( almonds go with love )

if the hand is willing
to open

founds freshness

( comes with maracuja ice cream, or
organes sticky kiss )
inside, like missing

a someone

if there.
there inside
silent in micro

darkness
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my
feelings

i embrace them
and put my head
between
its legs

and
breath
as if an
emergency