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2001-06-20 / 2002-06-22
Brigitte Helm
B. 3.17.06 Berlin / D. 6.11.96 Ascona, Switzerland
Wear and Tear
Maybe this already is a perfect world.
But it�s the same old, sad story.
Actresses are the gateway drug. After an actress you wander, never ever satisfied for the full length of a day. You learn�or else you never learn�to lean on isolated moments�to stand and lean upon a fall of light, a concerto, a picnic
Like an old woman coming home from the store, stopped with her hand on a stranger�s gate, you steady yourself on a fall of light, a transvestite wearing a pleased look, a hedge of honeysuckle in the dusk
You are restless; you roam; you try redheads and butches, fat chicks and men, again�where will it end?
Don't pretend not to know.
Born disfigured by a mark below the surface of your brow, a stain which attracts you to white�
I am filthy
thrillingly cold�
I am fecal�I steam
unavailable women�how could there have been any confusion as to the outcome? Your ilk will always wind up in a close space, huddled in the Final Thrall.
German blondes�my heroin.
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