I Am Sick Of Death And Worst

Me Too, I Make Do, I Anoint What Cannot Be Fixed.

If My Desire Is Possible, It Means The System Is Already Letting Something Else Through.

I Am Sick Of Death And Worst Of All This Sickness Feeds On Itself, The More Afraid I Am The More I Am Afraid The More I Flee The More I Am Afraid The More I Am Haunted.

By Writing Her Self, Woman Will Return To The Body Which Has Been More Than Confiscated From Her, Which Has Been Turned Into The Uncanny Stranger On Display - The Ailing Or Dead Figure, Which So Often Turns Out To Be The Nasty Companion, The Cause And Location Of Inhibitions. Censor The Body And You Censor Breath And Speech At The Same Time. Write Your Self. Your Body Must Be Heard. Only Then Will The Immense Resources Of The Unconscious Spring Forth.

There Is No Greater Love Than The Love The Wolf Feels For The Lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.