Måned: juli 2018

even works of fiction can prove profitable.
living took just about all of my strength.
individuals avoid the vacuum cleaner of coherence.
 
let the dogs slowly maul the wild boar to death.
nothing to look forward to.
a rampant idiocy wreaks havoc.
 
unwinds itself, ariadne fashion, for and to whom?
aw, don’t wrap your thoughts around me.

according to some algorithms you don’t understand; loving.according to some algorithms you don’t understand; loving.
endangered species are animals of production.
everything you’ll actually never experience again in a cloud.
 
an owl sat on the rhino head in a tarn.
skullcap = icecap.
an air conditioner for the air’s sake.
 
it opens under our feet, nature loves to hide.

well, shall we go out?
oh, your nearest and dearest, one and only, be your ear and hand.
individuals avoid the vacuum cleaner of coherence.
 
emotion seeping through the skin of the face.
the cranes cover the earth’s crust, shy satellites.the cranes cover the earth’s crust, shy satellites.
the thoughts unravel and fray at the edges.
 
pretty good is not good enough.

we don’t understand ducks.
when you came you knew nothing.when you came you knew nothing.
every restriction is sacrosanct.
 
the word is a stay of death.
small communities are a start.
whether one must be poor to be rich.
 
and like that, you know?
oh, your own unique character is sacred.
so much trouble, and so text, and so singing.
 

oh, these words are not useless, they ought to be used.
freed from fixed schedules, stompingly independent!
steal, my singing, swinging finch and be swallowed up.
 
can you think of two or three people you love?
*young woman found totally alive and well*.
to say sorry for making promises i could not keep
 
it’s great to delegate blame.

the ghosts live so close to us.
the biggest questions are not vague.
as hope shatters so winter comes.
 
make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.
look normal!
forging fresh values in the impossible.
 
landscape with hands.
geese actually sound like rubber ducks.
beautiful beetles on pins.
 
with best wishes

one day to walk on the wind without crutches.
instead of the hole in the arse.
skullcap = icecap.
 
in my experience most things dissolve themselves.
no one can have a soul alone, a branch, a bough, a bone.
to be visible means not to know what’s seen.
 
to live close to death is only practical.
a rampant outlook on life, shamans?

the finest cow was old clover.
beautiful beetles on pins.
better read backwards, from the end.
 
cycling is good for the circulation.
listen to your bitterness, the roots.
the enemies don’t know what to do with themselves.
 
kempt and well-kept, that’s the standard here.
that was the day when you found a shopping-centre gift token for two thousand kroner.

make the image of a god from wood that won’t rot.
recycling just happens.
one can be moved to tears by one’s own thoughts.
 
the thoughts unravel and fray at the edges.
the big winners have been man’s companions.the big winners have been man’s companions.
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
 
rain or snow, somewhere in the kidneys.

the anthill is quieter than the computer.
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.
some think they have a right to more.
 
with best wishes
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.
with neck and no more, crop and never again.
 
admissions are on a mission,we lock them up inside us.