it is there it's almost not worth saying as if he was going out of the screen field visual backward because it means he is ever released he never left his eyes slyly screen is almost an irony Iroquois a bit like saying I'm the aristocracy of a kind that you do not even think of and behind th wall is dirty it is hardly distinguishable and the wall is a symbol of emptiness that by which it empties it where it is empty and I see Ludwig Wittgenstein as a ruffled the protopunk england a few years before the Sex Pistols him he still lacks the costume tie it still says it certainly has things to say that he can build it certainly does not believe that either never future whatever he wants even when the change by anticipating anticipating still lack the tie may afford him the aristocrat he can build a house of cards out of hand just send them elsewhere maps then nothing more than cards scattered denied as lord of the castle philosophy hates the castles he leaves it is elsewhere well before the Sex Pistols' toilet "according to the wall so as to make it all unreal to the philosopher right toilet cleanliness question I guess everything I guess this photograph in his eyes is the century which summarizes the fact will never end it never did know the consequences he is content to draw in the area of photographic image that my eyes are struggling to believe I guess Ludwig Wittgenstein and I think his whole life he never ceased see themselves as wearing a flannel trousers he always writes "lw" I also think that for a protopunk he all of a dandy philosopher this is all I think: it should lw imagine or "lw" as they wish as a dandy (philosophical) which have arisen throughout life problems with his conscience does a dandy philosophical hardly succeed to distinguish his moral problems of philosophical problems
everything he thought so if this is all I think it is, then we can destroy the philosophical problems as they destroyed a house of cards but it does not that we stop to ask them to build it takes patience to build a house of cards a great control of his actions is a search for a balanced position that is beyond the instability c ' is the annoyance that is sufficient to destroy a wave of his hand in a nonchalant lightness equal to the fragility of Building the gesture of someone flying over the problem and the castle
nothing more destructive a caress caress destructive enough to bring a philosophical problem with nothing but he does not cease to exist for as long as it destroys the very it is a problem is a little air pending a hug waiting for the end of this dandy
I look every day leaning against the wall where you can still read "raw" it means "raw" raw "but I do not know what you mean there at that time I only see" lw "straight as an" i " I think a photograph of Thomas Bernhard, in which he looks far more serpentine I think they look alike, however, there exists between them a community spirit that I seek among the photographs despite all that separates them is to tell the story of our time they are similar insofar as they differ
of what surrounds this dandy I watch every day as one of the family I mean like someone a blended family but we never see but it is part of the family against his family despite itself this dandy I look every day he looks like a saint simply as an icon of a saint of a holy unbearable unbearable impossible philosophical thought of interfering in others to rid the force of his own thought to reproduce on its own way of thinking to reproduce
This destruction makes this thought to herself that makes thought itself to the lightness of a caress that turns the mind toward its origin to this problem that gives it life caress caress the problem until the problem the problem is no longer the problem until no more can it be held holiest impossible "lw" with his desire to guide the whole research of this soothing caress liberating saving too short before it does the itch to come back whenever he feels free to believe that the freedom that comes itch it must use the same company all this totally different strokes for this: the act par excellence of the philosopher is a caress
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