Today,
I killed myself with a book.
Its words mutilated my thoughts and overruled everything that bore resemblance to me.
Today… I killed myself with a book.
Tomorrow… Am hoping to die at the hands of a film.
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About Me
- Ben
- "talking about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself" (nietzsche). And as that wishful obscurity will be a mockery on this place, so i better refrain from concealing myself and say no more
7 comments:
heheh amused to death- arent we tonight?
Hi Ben, love your site. Have a look at the video below in response to your entry about the wind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mTLO2F_ERY
This supermarket life is getting long,
What is the heart life of a colour TV.... Eliminating every other reason,
For our sad demise
I think I am going to enjoy your site very much. I love the unusual take on this poem. Thanks for visiting my page.
Oh man. That's pretty stark and violent. That is definitely one way to look at the interaction with literary and film.
this one took me awhile to understand but i love it!! books and movies are necessary vices!
A brilliant ode to our imagination, and losing ourselves in it :)
I loved it :)
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