Our society needs criminals like Wolfgang Priklopil in order to give a face to the evil that lives within and to split it off from society itself. It needs the images of cellar dungeons so as not ot have to see the many homes in which violence rears its conformist, bourgeois head. Society uses the victims of sensational cases such as mine in order to divest itself of the responsibility for the many nameless victims of daily crimes, victims nobody helps - even when they ask for help.
La realidad puede ser presentada de diversas formas, en harina, granulada, extrusionada o en copos.
La tamizamos a nuestro antojo pasando de quien todo lo granula al que se queda sin nada.
Me dedico a la tecnología de los piensos, realidad o ficción... con algo nos ganaremos la vida.
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20/4/14
19/4/14
The fish does not jump over the edge of the glass bowl where only death awaits.
Criba semántica
fish,
llibre,
muerte,
Natascha Kampusch,
vida
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