Franz von Stuck
Kiss of the Sphinx
enticement Visitation
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
What People Think Of Efudex
A flight (sketch)
first
The rain falls on the streets of a charming town located southeast of an arc of the Ilm of the Ettersberg. Under the roof of the house in the rolling lane 13, there is an apartment in her situation - she is under the roof, at a central point of the city - and texture, the inner to the untidiness of the tenant, remembers reminded of the space of a studio. Somewhat pampered, but badly animated by a passionate devotion to the other-worldly things that have nothing to do with narrow life, it presents a entweltlichter space in which to feel the American people, the difficult cases as very safe. In this apartment, from the ivory tables sickly, sitting at the open window a young man who can see after just been torrential-style rain in the distance of the country nothing, no exercise is capable of, except this vague longing, a fatal desire, that he germinate in the longing for the holy night in felt, looked at the wrong time for nothing Another was thinking, as these vague melancholy which he carried through his days and increases in its nights. He can not eat, sleep is hard for him. As the lightning, by batting in the distance the sky, runs into his being that black bird, his supervisors and attendants, whose importance in the young man's depth is lost irretrievably.
Nothing other than the question of whether it is the election of the present life, one truth holds him prisoner resistant, enchants his days aimlessly walking into a lunatic. A back and a fugitive at the same time. Powerful
driven by unexplained agitation, he roamed the park before hours or that the former poet laureate had had to create, lay down on a bench that stood in the shade, but it did not permit a minor part of the peace he had felt as pleasant. Again and again he looked at the time display on their telephones, but the time seemed to stand still and he in her. heard every time he come a mocking laughter from the direct sound of the second and was inclined to tear up its already on the tense mood to discharge in full and the pesky time display, its connection to the outside world, get rid of repeatedly demolition. But he could not break away from old fears. A random translucent morbid desire was resting in the depths of his being, a great hope wandered into his world, a hope that had ever confirmed, and it never disappointed. Yet that hope was also a deep, burning the same fruit, fear and greed simultaneously. Trembling, he-ended the hours of uncertainty, knowing that should find the end all its desired end point. The gods made
always this serious joke with its easily moved heart, which tended to feel too strong and in glowing lines, obscure stories and exaggerated actions express. He was well aware that he himself made these gods, these gods that he, in all its isolated entities, was himself. Because we are the gods to create our images, with all our mistakes, all our passions and desires. In all of our tragedy and the little happiness that dwells on earth for the brief moment of peace and again just as quickly passes, we are so similar to our creatures that have risen against us so that we can recognize ourselves in them, a displaced , emotionally distanced soul show.
second
could mimic the aftermath of wind flows around his head, he had revived recently with melodic confessions, with clocks, the rhythm of his wrenching emotions, in which the tone of his confusion constantly resonated.
And then all of a sudden he looks at the intersection of its Target point and vanishing point convert. A heartfelt, bittersweet horror runs through his weakened body, continues his irritated nerves in the known voltage and shook his gastrointestinal environment with a burning sensation, a scratching and tearing as if it .... Deeply moved, he feels deeply the monster, after he tried with all my heart for so long. Views are found to recognize one another. A short wave, a look only. And all of a sudden it comes over this well-known hoax, which he begins to feel the light of the abysmal distance light of these changing shape. Half a drag it is half a fall towards the terrible and sensed it long ago, yes even acknowledged truth, that knowledge had made him up to this point all the nasty action attendee of insincerity. But now believed to solve the established safety of a forced order, the move is the never-healing scar of a repressed, tamed Sehsucht believed that cruel revenge lust is only obsessed. A mild case, a fall only.
third
on the slippery pavement is the stunted form that is immediately embraced by the sweetness just been discovered. In their hands rests its head and those of Sorrows watching him shine in the distant beauty in the eyes into the distance migrant. Your lap gently rocked him. His eyes are looking in their View those unmatched quality. Constantly sought their visions, but it could not be found, in an ordered world, the chaos could not be overcome. With
last rebellion he raised his arm and continues with a gentle caress of his dying hand over her smooth white angel skin that is cold and rough. Downward slide of her temple, it flows to the delicate cheeks until it ended on the chin, glows in the dead of night. While he is performing this movement, she shot her head up a little to get his outgoing nature to feel closer, so that his fingers touch the fugitive never kissed her lips.
The church clock strikes six calls and People for the evening prayer at the sanctity of the divine halls. The children call her ringing back to the hearth. On the horizon is a sun, contrary to its demise. And then ...
Two sets only. "I love you. But tell `s no" -.
little later contributed to the lifeless shell on a hard bunk in a silent world. Only an open secret that dwells far within it. 
first
The rain falls on the streets of a charming town located southeast of an arc of the Ilm of the Ettersberg. Under the roof of the house in the rolling lane 13, there is an apartment in her situation - she is under the roof, at a central point of the city - and texture, the inner to the untidiness of the tenant, remembers reminded of the space of a studio. Somewhat pampered, but badly animated by a passionate devotion to the other-worldly things that have nothing to do with narrow life, it presents a entweltlichter space in which to feel the American people, the difficult cases as very safe. In this apartment, from the ivory tables sickly, sitting at the open window a young man who can see after just been torrential-style rain in the distance of the country nothing, no exercise is capable of, except this vague longing, a fatal desire, that he germinate in the longing for the holy night in felt, looked at the wrong time for nothing Another was thinking, as these vague melancholy which he carried through his days and increases in its nights. He can not eat, sleep is hard for him. As the lightning, by batting in the distance the sky, runs into his being that black bird, his supervisors and attendants, whose importance in the young man's depth is lost irretrievably.
Nothing other than the question of whether it is the election of the present life, one truth holds him prisoner resistant, enchants his days aimlessly walking into a lunatic. A back and a fugitive at the same time. Powerful
driven by unexplained agitation, he roamed the park before hours or that the former poet laureate had had to create, lay down on a bench that stood in the shade, but it did not permit a minor part of the peace he had felt as pleasant. Again and again he looked at the time display on their telephones, but the time seemed to stand still and he in her. heard every time he come a mocking laughter from the direct sound of the second and was inclined to tear up its already on the tense mood to discharge in full and the pesky time display, its connection to the outside world, get rid of repeatedly demolition. But he could not break away from old fears. A random translucent morbid desire was resting in the depths of his being, a great hope wandered into his world, a hope that had ever confirmed, and it never disappointed. Yet that hope was also a deep, burning the same fruit, fear and greed simultaneously. Trembling, he-ended the hours of uncertainty, knowing that should find the end all its desired end point. The gods made
always this serious joke with its easily moved heart, which tended to feel too strong and in glowing lines, obscure stories and exaggerated actions express. He was well aware that he himself made these gods, these gods that he, in all its isolated entities, was himself. Because we are the gods to create our images, with all our mistakes, all our passions and desires. In all of our tragedy and the little happiness that dwells on earth for the brief moment of peace and again just as quickly passes, we are so similar to our creatures that have risen against us so that we can recognize ourselves in them, a displaced , emotionally distanced soul show.
second
could mimic the aftermath of wind flows around his head, he had revived recently with melodic confessions, with clocks, the rhythm of his wrenching emotions, in which the tone of his confusion constantly resonated.
And then all of a sudden he looks at the intersection of its Target point and vanishing point convert. A heartfelt, bittersweet horror runs through his weakened body, continues his irritated nerves in the known voltage and shook his gastrointestinal environment with a burning sensation, a scratching and tearing as if it .... Deeply moved, he feels deeply the monster, after he tried with all my heart for so long. Views are found to recognize one another. A short wave, a look only. And all of a sudden it comes over this well-known hoax, which he begins to feel the light of the abysmal distance light of these changing shape. Half a drag it is half a fall towards the terrible and sensed it long ago, yes even acknowledged truth, that knowledge had made him up to this point all the nasty action attendee of insincerity. But now believed to solve the established safety of a forced order, the move is the never-healing scar of a repressed, tamed Sehsucht believed that cruel revenge lust is only obsessed. A mild case, a fall only.
third
on the slippery pavement is the stunted form that is immediately embraced by the sweetness just been discovered. In their hands rests its head and those of Sorrows watching him shine in the distant beauty in the eyes into the distance migrant. Your lap gently rocked him. His eyes are looking in their View those unmatched quality. Constantly sought their visions, but it could not be found, in an ordered world, the chaos could not be overcome. With
last rebellion he raised his arm and continues with a gentle caress of his dying hand over her smooth white angel skin that is cold and rough. Downward slide of her temple, it flows to the delicate cheeks until it ended on the chin, glows in the dead of night. While he is performing this movement, she shot her head up a little to get his outgoing nature to feel closer, so that his fingers touch the fugitive never kissed her lips.
The church clock strikes six calls and People for the evening prayer at the sanctity of the divine halls. The children call her ringing back to the hearth. On the horizon is a sun, contrary to its demise. And then ...
Two sets only. "I love you. But tell `s no" -.
little later contributed to the lifeless shell on a hard bunk in a silent world. Only an open secret that dwells far within it.
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