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What do we think of Charlottenburg?
Charlottenburg is a fine part of the city, so long as you like the limp flesh of the newly dead. The deafening silence that answers every word, thought, and breath is the heedless zombieism of the middle class as they unthinkingly bring up their children to feast on the watered-down ideas of socialism that they will all embrace with enough dry heat to almost be passion for seven years while in university. But otherwise passion is a highly suspicious thing, engaged in by indecent people. That's why nothing is open after 8, because that's when indecent people gather to defile the zombie corpses of the flash-frozen bourgeoisie - necrophilia is the only sin there is, because it indicates a secret love of the dead, who hate themselves with, yes, passion.
So I suppose instead of pooh-poohing Charlottenburg, I meant to draw it on the body of the city as an erogenous zone erroneously penetrated, as you might remember from that hilarious night with the stripper with the glass eye that kept popping out.
Interesting.
Comments
on 2006-04-27 18:49:48.0, Standpipe Bridgeplate commented:
βραινς
and, further, on 2006-04-27 22:16:18.0, Matt Weiner commented:
ΛΟΛ, ΣΒ
and, further, on 2006-04-28 4:39:42.0, Standpipe Bridgeplate commented:
The fauve of my teapot is strong.