oblivion, August 9, 2018, 16:07:33 – 16:09:13

mantra with variations resounds from the screens.
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
thought is sacred.
the big winners have been man’s companions.
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
as if something were already possible.
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.

oblivion, August 9, 2018, 14:36:15 – 14:38:10

the farmer chews his lip on his way to supper.
man is infinitely smaller than himself.
the lie allows for a different view of the world.
the hand can be used as a cup.
wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.
shouldn’t you be at work?
we don’t understand ducks.
the spider’s web glistens like the down on a branch in the sun.

oblivion, August 9, 2018, 13:40:06 – 13:42:13

muscular aches and pains are not the worst of pains.
a flying snake.
only stand and listen to humanity’s great unvoiced.
keen for more cool.
the ghosts are breathing our air.
think again!
thought is sacred.
with best wishes
when the rain turns to laughter.
the bounds of futility’s grounds run down the hillside.

confrontation, August 9, 2018, 13:04:31 – 13:08:09

oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.
oh, he who waits anticipates memories of soon.
(try a bit harder for your own sake, no one else cares).
oh, my nose pricks at the mere mention of the word lines.
only boring people have fun.
ah, there might be more to it.