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by angeliska on December 7, 2002

last night brought feverful dreams in technicolour newsflashes: a middle eastern city in ruins, tattered and crumbled filled with freezing refugees scattering like ants in a smashed citadel mound a harsh winter is closing in on the desert though the (…)

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by angeliska on December 4, 2002

tonight i feel like a jumpy nervous child on xmas eve, something’s buzzing in my ear but i can’t guess what..tomorrow is the last ever cabaret revoltaire and i feel plenty of excitement, mirth and glee- and a strange mixture (…)

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