the 7th symphony in A major, op 92 by ludwig van beethoven.
the london symphony orchestra conducted by bernard haitink in november 2005.

i´m still out.
frankly, the sleevenotes don´t even try to convince me.
lindsay kemp thinks "the seventh is hard to pin down."
he exorcised his demons in the monumental second movement.
poco sostenuto, presto and allegro con brio is
van the man in cruise mode.
wagner said "it´s the apotheosis of the dance".
dear richard,
graven words may soothe the soothsayer´s predicament
but ´neath the flirting violins an abcess was fermenting voluminously.
it´s odd that none of these sages even considered his hearing
condition, his joyless love life or his diet?
david wyn eloquently stated " the 7th is a continuous cumulative
celebration of joy." i believe david had just received
acupuncture shortly before he wrote this.
endorphins have been proven to blunt one´s critical faculties.
misery is the leaden pipe that leads to the fountain of joy.
no?
lindsay informs me that the first performance was made in
vienna - december 1813, which was a charity event
in order to raise funds for the widows and orphans of
soldiers involved in a nasty battle with nasty little napoleon.
"the jubilant seventh"?
perhaps, in spirit but not in body.
in my own pedestrian words,
the 7th is in the middle of the road
between the 5th and the 9th.

on a clear day you can see forever.

you can?
you can see everything?
you can see the little girls that you brutally murdered.
the face of your wife.
the faces of your three children?
the faces of the children that you molested?
the faces of the parent´s of the little girls that you murdered,
molested and fuck knows what else.
i can´t forgive you.
not now.
not ever.
why?
now, your children will have to move to a new house in another state.
go to a new school. see a shrink. take meds.
perhaps, self harm?
did you ever consider them?
did you ever consider how they feel now?
did you ever consider anyone ...
motherfucker?

"mommy, why did daddy kill those little girls?"

"mommy, didn´t daddy love me?"

"mommy, did daddy want to hurt me?"

did you ever consider that your children will be asking themselves
these questions the rest of their lives?

on a clear day
i wish.

what does space smell like?

after sex like?

it smells like $20,000,000.

i‘m avoiding the issue.
wha?
blogs are easy to set up.
use free software.
choose a free template.
alright.
sure baby ...
but.
hold on.
there are billions of them.
wha?
wha cha gonna call da blog ... sugar plum pie?

i‘ve just spent 57 anxious franxious minutes
trying to think of a blog title venn i shood bee vurking if ...
u no vot i meen - meine kleine nachtmusiker sauerkraut schatz.

fudge it fuckwr wot will i call it ...

i‘ve just had sex with a cucumber and it was fantastic?
sex is like money. i don‘t know i‘ve never had sex with money?
did you remember to switch off the toaster?
anal sex, buttered scones and freudian slips?
the more you know the less the better?
there are three sexes ... which one am i?
o venezia venaga venusia?
i received all of my symphonies instantly from god without a service fee?
peroxide earwigs?
mummy, why did daddy kill those little girls?
i want to see my cum float in zero gravity?
ectoplasmic late night tales with a side dish of endorphin salad?
why is the price of oil so crude?
i want to fuck jeniffer in the ass but she prefers to eat sushi?
chapter 7 : energy - chemistry, crises and chakras?

dear god ...

what does smell space like?