NOW
YOU LITTLE MONKEYS

… WANNA BE GORILLAZ?

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NOW YOU SWEET WARRIORS OF LIGHT WANNA BE SOULGUERILLAS ?

Belovéd Erin Wasson, captured.

la petite grAnde and the menschenkunde.

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There are moments where I sense the worlds´ spin in all it s glorious hush

/// for my head implodes within it´s rush.

HEADRUSH

HEARTCRUSH

WORLDHUSH

SENSEMASH

DOUBLEDASH

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la petite grAnde

SPIN THAT WHEEL

WOUND AND HEAL

HIGH ON SPEED

SLOW DOWN THE BEAT

DEMASK AT NIGHT

TURN ON THE LIGHT

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

SINCERELY, NIKKI D.

Επέστρεφε συχνά και παίρνε με,

αγαπημένη αίσθησις επέστρεφε και παίρνε με—

όταν ξυπνά του σώματος η μνήμη,

κ’ επιθυμία παληά ξαναπερνά στο αίμα·

όταν τα χείλη και το δέρμα ενθυμούνται,

κ’ αισθάνονται τα χέρια σαν ν’ αγγίζουν πάλι.

Επέστρεφε συχνά και παίρνε με την νύχτα,

όταν τα χείλη και το δέρμα ενθυμούνται...

Come back often and take hold of me,

sensation that I love come back and take hold of me—

when the body’s memory awakens

and an old longing again moves into the blood,

when lips and skin remember

and hands feel as though they touch again.

Come back often, take hold of me in the night

when lips and skin remember...

Επέστρεφε συχνά και παίρνε με,

αγαπημένη αίσθησις επέστρεφε και παίρνε με—

όταν ξυπνά του σώματος η μνήμη,

κ’ επιθυμία παληά ξαναπερνά στο αίμα·

όταν τα χείλη και το δέρμα ενθυμούνται,

κ’ αισθάνονται τα χέρια σαν ν’ αγγίζουν πάλι.

Επέστρεφε συχνά και παίρνε με την νύχτα,

όταν τα χείλη και το δέρμα ενθυμούνται...

Από τα Ποιήματα 1897-1933

poem by the grande C.P. Cavafy.

MY BODY IS MY ENEMY.

MY SOUL IS WISDOM.

MY MIND IS A BIRD.

MY HEART IS A DANCER.

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion. There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion. moments of disillusionment. recover the illusion. having a moment. There is no need to waste pity on young GiRLS who are having their moments of disillusionment , for in another moment they will recover their illusion.

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion. There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion. moments of disillusionment. recover the illusion. having a moment.

COLETTE un coeur dans fete.

La petite grAnde & DARLING nikki.

ANTEA SHOT BY DARLING NIKKI

questions, preguntas.

I KNOW SOMETIMES YOU FEEL LIKE THE MAN,

BUT WHAT IF I DON´T FEEL LIKE YOU ARE MY MAN?

I KNOW YOU´D LIKE TO TRAVEL WITH ME,

BUT CAN YOU CATCH ME WHEN I TRAVEL IN MY MIND - OH SO FREE?

I KNOW YOU LIKE MY SPEED,

BUT WHAT I IF I ´D EXCELL ON IT?

I KNOW YOU DISAGREE WITH MOST OF MY QUESTIONS HERE,

BUT WHAT IF IT BRINGS US FURTHER?

I KNOW YOU CANNOT BE FRAMED BUT WHAT IF I CANNOT BE TAMED?

I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO FEEL VERY GOOD,

BUT WHAT IF MY FOOD DOES NOT TASTE GOOD TO YOU?

I KNOW YOU TEND TO FEEL PRESSURED, WHAT THOUGH IF THIS PRESSURE ORIGINATES FROM OLDER GHOSTS?

I KNOW SOMETIMES YOU FELE LIKE THE MAN,

BUT WHAT IF I DON´T FEEL YOU ARE MY MAN?

La petite grAnde

CHARLILIEEE

HOW ARE THEE?

HIDING THY FACE BENEATH CURTAINS,

STARING UP INTO OPEN CEILINGS,

OUR LAST EMBRACE WAS SO TENSE,

IT PROVOKED NEW FEELINGS.

OH CHARLILIE !

ALS ICH DICH AUS DER DUNKELHEIT HERAUS GESPERRT UND DIR GEZEIGT HABE, WIE SCHÖN DAS LICHT HIER DRAUSSEN IST, DA HAST DU DICH AUSGEZOGEN, NACKT BIS AUF DIE KNOCHEN, DU HAST GETANZT IM REGEN, DICH GEWENDET UND GEDREHT, ICH HAB DICH SO VERSTANDEN, ICH WUSSTE, WIE ES DIR ERGEHT.

DU WEISST, DEIN RICHTER WAR ICH NIE, ICH HAB’ DICH BLOSS GELEHRT ZU SEHEN, WAS DU VERGESSEN HAST, WEIL’S DIR JEMAND WEGGENOMMEN UND AUFGEGESSEN HAT.

ICH HABE DICH BESCHÜTZT, GELIEBT UND DICH GEPFEGT, DEINEN NASSEN KÖRPER ABGETROCKNET UND DICH IN MEIN WARMES BETT GELEGT.

MEIN ZU HAUSE WURDE DEINS, ICH HABE GEKOCHT UND DU HAST DEN TISCH GEDECKT UND NACHTS HABEN WIR ZUSAMMEN DIE STERNE GEWECKT.

MEINE HAND HAST DU GEHALTEN WIE EIN VERSPRECHEN, DU HAST GESAGT, NIEMALS WERDE ICH ES BRECHEN.

WORDS BY DARLING NIKKI, A LAST GOOD-BYE

"Durch Raum und Zeit

verlier ich den Überblick zur Wirklichkeit.

Im Rausch der Haberei

zieht alles an mir vorbei.

Menschen werden zu Figuren.

Ich kann mich nicht beruhigen.

Alles ist so groß und doch so klein.

Wie pass ich nur in diese Maschinerie hinein.

Mein Leben ein Theaterspiel.

Und doch leb ich so, als ob ich ich´s bin.

Die Liebe, die ich hier zu sagen pflege,

öffnet Träume, für die ich bete.

Dennoch liegt Hass nicht weit entfernt,

denn aus ganzer Inbrunst würd´ ich mich doch so gern für das hingeben,

was die reale Welt mir hat zu bieten.

Ihr Menschen, die Ihr mich hört da draußen,

ich bitt Euch, Ihr müsst mir glauben,

dass ich finden will aus diesem Labyrinth,

denn hier drinnen fühl ich noch wie ein Kind."

By CHARLIE for REBELLIONAIRE

CHOKE ME

PROVOKE ME

HANG ME

BANG ME

PUSH ME DOWN

MAKE ME MOAN

YOUR DARLING WANTS YOU

ROBIN THICKE // SEX THERAPY

...

HEINRICH, MY BELOVED FRIEND

NOW I SEE CLEARLY WHAT YOU’ VE MEANT

NO DISBELIEF, NO GRIEF

WHEN IT COMES TO END, IT’S RELIEF

THE REALITY I NOW FIND IN YOUR WORDS

TO ME MAY SOUND LIKE DISTORTED CHORDS

BUT EVEN THOUGH

I KNOW

UP THERE WHERE YOU ARE

THEY’RE THE SWEETEST MELODY

A SYMPHONY

DIVINE AND TRUE

LIKE YOU

GOOD BYE, MY BELOVED FRIEND

UNTIL WE DANCE AGAIN

in Memoriam

HEINRICH SCHMIEDER

RAINWhat do you do when it rains on an island?

____________ you feel oceanic sensation all over, and over from

T O P

To

B O TT O M

For a minute I reach out my hand from under the roof /// I count to 8 and find 23 raindrops on my hand. A splash here and there

neat spots on a dare

to fume out in this heat which seems bare.

E V E R D A R E

E V E R S H A R E

E V E R A W A R E *

S E M I A W A R E

Are raindrops communist?

Are raindrops individualist?

Are raindrops epiphany?

Are raindrops purist?

DAMN!!!! I am getting W E T.

Crocodile´s tears; splashing, landing, ending their journey on my skin-covered capsule. a platform layered with skin. MOISTURE FROM NEW POSTURE.

It is a cleaning process. Where the ocean rotates the water and allows shores to be clean, the rain cleans everything that it lands on. Including me. Including my skin. Including my senses. SpLashs. Waterdrops. Water. A cycle at last.

At last! Rain is spontaneous!

S P O N T A N E O U S - but not HOMOGENOUS!

A grey sky… hides the blue accents off its curtains of grey.

Now, silence.

Animals have left there open sky – fields to hide, to run and seek a place of shelter, offering them dry positions, they´ re choice of seek are blue painted wooden tables, and white plastic worn off chairs and olive trees and bushes. Blue tainted oceans have left the shore just to embark a darker tone. S O L I T U D E .

NOW, silence. No sound. Deaf tones being interrupted by the last drops /// a last handshake from above.

KISS ___________drops

CLAP__________thunder

HUG ________ heavy rain

SEX _____ monsoon

La petite grAnde on Mylos.