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Form follows function

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Form follows function is a principle associated with modern architecture and industrial design in the 20th century. The principle is that the shape of a building or object should be primarily based upon its intended function or purpose.








Form follows function

Leszek Możdżer

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чудовище I hang on to your playlist's lyrics As if you spoke to me... Dear god, don't laugh at me. I ain't me.

3 x 3 = 9

n . g u t a - c o p i i i m e i

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When the body speaks

To the soul's desires The body listens What the flesh requires Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks The mind will follow When the body speaks All else is hollow
I'm just an angel Driving blindly Through this world
I'm just a slave here At the mercy Of a girl
Oh I need your tenderness Oh I need your touch Oh I dream of one caress Oh I pray too much
To the soul's desires The body listens What the flesh requires Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks The mind will follow When the body speaks All else is hollow
You keep me waiting For the promise That is mine
Please stop debating Please stop wasting Your time
Oh I need your tenderness Oh I need your touch Oh I dream of one caress Oh I pray too much

@ someone born Nov 5th

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i recall that fog-smokey rooms you rented.  less the chicks you fucked. some of them were shy, others pretty talkative. all of them were cooking your dinner. none of their names i remember.  it was the music that made me visit you.  we proudly shared all the new stuff.  you sold me your cd-player and i listened to discs recorded by a friend of yours. bjork, radiohead, massive attack..."look, listen to this shit, dude...isn't it amazing?"

You kept telling me stories about your women, funny stories.  Women with no names. Coming and going. We didn't do drugs. You were too paranoid for that. I also remember us watching a Cranberries gig and you kept saying how beautiful was Dolores and you'd marry her. You are married now.
And I miss that smokiness. All the good music heard for the first time... All the stupid talks on life death happiness fear... I miss all that shit.

f (x)

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