thinking about these diaries (such as @ http://liveinternet.ru) i can always imagine myself hiding (hiding all the way) and also -- maybe, this is a deep aim of the post at all -- i'm trying to find myself between the mystification (i said once i'm a trickster (tricksted?)) and disappointing: sometimes it seems i'm like rhisoma -- being witout any structure, hardly looking for the name same to the ''i'' same to the world

any ideas, and as iggy "no way"

just walking here and there and trying to find something to say "it's me"

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