oblivion, August 4, 2018, 12:40:10 – 12:43:51

the boundaries are not clear.
interior with teeth.
are you full?
to reveal is to conceal, look around you.
hammer on copper
*young woman found brutally murdered by sognsvann lake in oslo*.
to ask the dust:
*designated for private consumption.*
save the king, offer your horse!
i’m always lying down on lines.

oblivion, August 4, 2018, 11:59:59 – 12:01:45

temples in ruins / two sisters, the tomb / the flight to egypt.
i go by my watch.
the bald spot grew a woolly hat.
need opens doors.
the dental fence must be maintained.
tidy, controlled.
don’t fuck up my search history!
the lie allows for a different view of the world.
stroke the stones with your hands.
make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.

oblivion, August 4, 2018, 11:57:51 – 11:59:47

now you have nothing else to give away, say away.
look normal!
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.
oh, the reader is a seal, hop over a hole, polar bear waiting.
oh, the singing, swinging finch.
one can conceal one’s gut instinct.
the twilight takes a few minutes, smoking out meaning.
make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.

happenstance, August 4, 2018, 10:36:23 – 10:38:43

finally, moderately, truly without u.
tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.
the cranes stand among the stalks, stand on one leg.
the council’s job is to create potential.
no more to gain.
in poor condition, sanded down, powder sent off, into the wind.
one day more, mum, one day more, dad.
is it all a mystery? no, only what has no answer.