More and more Mäx

Mäx just wrote:
nomen est omen // see/read Freud, now, see/read Sigmund, see Carl Jung (C.G.) and Lacan. Don’t bother about the Jacques / it is La-can. Got it? Look at the names!
Today I proposed Sascha Lobo. Mäx: “no”, Rebecca da Gama, “no way,” Boris Groys: “later, maybe.”
Forget what is inside you “there is only shit!” Žižek says,
“There is nothing,” says Ivan Lendl (Mäx’s hero).
“The grammar is out there!” Mäx wrote.
Our names.
(Now Mäx wants Frank Schirrmacher with Iphgenia Baal––that’s an easy one.)
Mäx, I am Ghöst.
(This is how Mäx signs his mails, he loves Umlaute)