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naam: Ingrid
latijns:xiphydria camelus - kameelwesp
features: Personal velocity. Coffee aromas. Swirl of words. Viscous vibrations. The art of the blind. The art of the deaf.

To Ingrid. 		Flies Ingrid, 11 Jun 2003 00:28
The wind swirls in torpent like motion. It carries whispers of distant conversations. It carries the echo of the distant sound of a drop of water falling upon a faucet. The wind is silent. It is empty.

To Ingrid. 		Pieces Ingrid, 09 Apr 2003 21:57
Different stares fall onto the horizon of her beauty.

To Beto. 		beauty? Beto, 09 Mei 2003 15:13
what does it mean?

To Ingrid. 		Beauty Ingrid, 10 Jun 2003 01:58
Beauty is nothingness. The empty space between one second and the next, that's beauty. That ''thing'' that we are all made out of, that void that is too much like tedium, that's beauty.

To Ingrid. 		5:40 PM Ingrid, 06 Apr 2003 01:45
Where do you go to escape yourself?
What happens when you finally realize that there's nothing more unbearable than a row of beautiful days?
How do you live after KNOWing?

To Ingrid. 		2:32 PM Ingrid, 02 Apr 2003 22:44
There are words that stay with me throughout the day; raucous and undicepherable. It is quiet. These words slither along the millions of miles of my skin and cover the impervious fabric with their dirt. I have to strip off and take a shower. I am still not clean.

To Ingrid. 		1:11 AM Ingrid, 30 Mrt 2003 09:14
The night is restless and taciturn. Outside, from the corners down the street, I can hear people just coming home. The safety of their home. The comfort and the warmth. The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.



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