"are you crazy?" "no i'm an artist" "you could have been killed" "you were the ones who made me cross the road to get in your car" "are you being smart?!" "no just crazy"
moral: belgian police do not like it when you walk the opposite way on the autobahn.. even if you have a perfectly illegitimate but reasonable reason. ach!
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What are your couples, your doubles, your clandestines, and what are their mixes? When one person says to another, love the taste of whiskey on my lips like I love the gleam of madness in your eyes, what lines are they in the process of composing, or, on the contrary, making incompossible?.....Then there is the line of supple segmentation, from which the alcoholic and the madwomen extract, as from a kiss on the lips and eyes, the multiplication of a double of the limit of what they can endure in their state and with the tacit understandings serving them as internal messages. Finally, there is a line of flight, all the more shared now that they are separated, or vice versa, each of them the clandestine of the other, a double all the more successful now that nothing has importance any longer, now that everything can be anew, since they have been destroyed but not by each other. Nothing will enter memory, everything was on the lines, between the lines, in the AND that made one and the other imperceptible, without disjunction or conjunction but only a line of flight forever in the process being drawn, toward a new acceptance, the opposite of renunciation or resignation-a new happiness?
(Deleuze/Guattari, a thousand plateaus)
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by the way, just realized this was not in the right line...supposed to be a comment on 'light head is back', but was shifted up....sorry.... ;)
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