 In fish production on the bottom of the sea With the birds I feel ready to start at any time Mash the net around Deepest love My deepest care The iconography of voluntary nature Lie, liar, consummate liar History is not voluntary Religion is not voluntary School is not voluntary Prison is not voluntary Everything organized, down to the last detail You have a brain as well, circuits But then underneath the water, that doesn't work that well You won't be able to remove our iconography from art history ever again Like a dirty mark, that's the crucial point What's that got to do with me? Pete need and other jokes Besides he did not fall off that cross either Across the sea he did go Or through the sea And the fish production He did not spread his legs and was never erect Pretty he was, like me Everyone is pretty in the beginning After a while they start to look like The crew of the flying Dutchman and pirates of the Caribbean We do not want anything to do with that That's trash Like your kitchen Johnny Depp is more known Mickey Mouse has secured her copyright We will make a film out of you played by Johnny Depp Everything digital, like at Disney The sequel, against cartoons you don't have a chance You will never be as important as Johnny Depp Gerhard Richter versus Johnny Depp A ghost or a shell The zombies made a mistake Was Jesus a zombie? He would have had to invent the grid A grill Are there Mondrian tissues? The shape or the material On the bottom of the sea there is no bird's eye view Compassion? Don't make me laugh Let's assume we are going into a household and there he is Hanging as a decoration Without the cross but still broken Would you hang a prisoner from Gantanamo as decoration onto your wall? Or around your neck? Why not handcuffs around your neck? Do you believe in justice, doctor? Needles, thumb screws, knuckle dusters, stun guns Everything around the neck and on the wall Pills Seen it all And we only take women If they have at least once been raped How do you know? That your bodies do speak we have known for a while Just look at the Generale Foundation They do have the most Nobody becomes a feminist without reason Trademark violence But there are also male victims like Stephen Pippin We exploit everything Your lives do not count for the archive Don't we give a fuck about how Kippenberger has lived? Main thing is at least seven solo shows a year And in the G You feed the archive, we administer We are doing well, we hike You live for the archive You fuck for the archive Some can only survive Living is more difficult We have to catch up with all that We have to work on that Object splinter Bone splinter Can bones drown? This is no competition Humans and objects coexist But there is a power structure We analyze, compare, put into order Arrange objects and destroy them They don't do that to us Don't complain with your breath takes And real and false embraces and dreams I wanted a doctor But then I wanted more The archive is not enough You are not enough Do you think you are enough? Do you think you are enough? Knowing nothing, not being capable of anything But to make constant demands I can be rich or not I can leave you cold or warm Not attract any attention Or stay glued Where is the chorus? The other players? In each institution there are more Where is the talking at the same time? The plurality of the most Everything printed As much as possible All rights requested As little rights as possible seeded I live for life For what I arouse in you I'm not responsible One can't start at any point Then measure net I know, little red riding hood Virginia Woolf Penelope Can we overcome the administration? You don't see enough Only people who are able to see enough Can overcome the administration Who has eyes to see shall see You believe to know what it is like to live We prefer to archive Before that we promote of course Digital and in print Another sip of wine Beer? Thomas Bernhard is archived as well Jeleneck archived alive Chimi archived Everything filed Alive and dead filed Some more, some less No more No more No more Yes, you're alright Yes, alright That's all Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you How about these? Dad I saw above and contemplate the whole, not only to this value-send arrange, but search the shallowly feature any chance. Far time when this assemble grow to rest, dust unto dust, within earth-quite breast, and all the glory of our garden age, should be award no more in history page. The same strange marvel strike them with surprise. They both on beat with rapture of its bow, whether from India heat or righteous snow, and each high work of art of brideslet gem. Core for responsive, tear or smart from them. They meet as all in this core world should meet. One heaven above, one earth benefit they feed. In peace and simple faith, a quiet bend of brothers, greeting in a foreign land, from east to west, from north to south they come, as to a fathered peace a common home, partake with joy of all that very store, and part at last to meet again no more. Now singing the crystal callous theme sublime, that shall travel round the world throughout all time. Aid me, ye muses, aid, your seed is here, ye murmuring flowers and the charm by listening here, fair as heart child's arms, whose classic beauty bears, the spirit back back thrones in chanted years. Just look around, look and write, look and draw, don't think too much, look at the spiders, the statues, don't think, describe. The way you describe you see the world, move, alone, with others. What about emotion? Just look, when you look you don't fall, this was all made for looking, touching. People always want to know what's on the other side of the ocean. Be my guest, you can't compare yourself to dead objects, they cost much more. Humans die if they are touched the wrong way. Objects break off, look what you have ruined. Brain, across the coast, short-time high wisps, organization till the end and the stars and the air. Everything that is silent melts into air. Quote me, quote me, how my brain submit to my self. It's all a self to self. It's all a merger of the biggest company. It's a luller stellar la la. Lying into it Endly yet Being a Couscous Too loud for the extra time