Sunday, 30 August 2015

time and place and all that I might recognise with my senses, without losing grip of the one thing I know to be absolutely true

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Thursday, 27 August 2015

Down holes and up tubes. Burn and cut, the search goes on. I need the antidote.

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Saturday, 22 August 2015

Climb the walls, and run along the ceilings
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Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Monday, 17 August 2015

Per was terrified of his coffin slowly filling with water, subsequently drowning the body and distorting its proportions beyond recognition

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Saturday, 15 August 2015

Per Havedreng was born in 1703. His body was never found.

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Monday, 10 August 2015

The following is a short extract from the collected writings of Per havedreng:
'Life, a stage of bleeding fiddling, needs and silly folly, my intestines in constant knots thereby...'

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Saturday, 8 August 2015

'the big boys don't want you to know that little secret ...'
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