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Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

- I sit reading – sometimes I look up – my thoughts roll ahead – slowly and unwillingly – soft like poison gas, which sucking glides along the earth –

- I have some little wound – an irrelevant little cut, which is felt –

- some days, sometimes nights as well, I have a so breaker-roaring desire – such a hope, which makes all else meaningless –

- a desire for power….: what I want, becomes so insanely colossal – all that, which I may own of life –

and here I sit reading – smoking a cigarette – drinking a glass of wine – love a woman, whom I don’t love – and my wound digs in – and opens again as thoughts –

- thoughts of the same gender, which can nothing birth –