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  • At the moment I am suffering from a classic form of “falling in love”. My larynx is squeezed with a firm grip and reduces the air passing through the trachea to a bare minimum. I swallow, I swallow again, however there is no change.

    Attention from others is taken for granted and answered only with moderate enthusiasm. I do answer, out of self-defense, in an attempt to create a distraction. Heart and head, vagina and uterus, they are in complete alignment. They refuse to be distracted by someone or something else; also beautiful, also fascinating.

    I force myself to look in the other direction. Laws of choice is staring back at me from the metal bookcase. Certainly Eric Marder did not have this in mind with his book, which he gave the subtitle predicting consumer behavior. I'm predictable as hell and I detest it. The refreshing and sparkling soft drink from cup three was spiked: this is an opiate!
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