confrontation, July 20, 2018, 10:57:04 – 11:00:14

oh, this city has simply bitten into other cities.
ah,so charles darwin invented the modern office stool.
opinions like kittens purrr-fectly frrree.
 
only stand and listen to humanity’s great unvoiced.
*the song transcribed by ear*.
read slowly and maybe you’ll fathom the mariana trench. a profound poem.
 
the grass rhymes with the thrush from last year.

confrontation, July 19, 2018, 17:13:33 – 17:14:59

halting as monday morning.
sorry for making promises i could not keep.
you usually adorn yourself.
 
hammer on copperhammer on copper
to post a sentry where you feel happy.
could your dad not get the message and go?
 
hammer on copper
the sun digs coal – no cola!the sun digs coal – no cola!
hammer on copper
 
oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.

oblivion, July 19, 2018, 17:11:18 – 17:13:08

the ghosts live so close to us.
right between the eyes, bone-dry.
people change size just before they fall asleep.
 
with neck and no more, crop and never again.
desire was the long military parade before the war.
the sun throws up the day.
 
there are no such things as independent souls.
when the rain drowns out conversation.
lacking in taste.lacking in taste.
 

oblivion, July 19, 2018, 16:38:22 – 16:41:20

already older, seconds are all that separate.
want lurks just around the corner.
oh, diktonius lopped love so as to grow.
 
and tells it like it is.
(diminishes the role of language without violence).
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.
 
expression: creation’s still to blame.
want lurks just around the corner.
children sing in snow caves. niigata prefecture. honshu. japan. 1956.
 

confrontation, July 19, 2018, 16:05:39 – 16:11:16

dream falsely of life and die in confusion.
with neck and no more, crop and never again.
don’t fuck up my search history!
 
look normal!
so much trouble, and so text, and so singing.
everything you’ll actually never experience again in a cloud.
 
are you?
in the unicorn’s corner, polar bear, cod and giant panda.
the biggest questions are not vague.
 

confrontation, July 19, 2018, 13:58:14 – 14:01:35

lithium powered sperm.
to constantly take responsibility for being coherent.
beautiful beetles on pins.
 
oil and bags for the shredder.
a rampant idiocy wreaks havoc.
leave me be.
 
in this scornful, ironic light the day precedes the night.
(your vulnerability is a gift).
and to all those out travelling, this is for you.
 
want lurks just around the corner.

happenstance, July 18, 2018, 16:46:02 – 16:47:39

if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?
in step, on foot, under ice-stairs.
the stress only increases with the years.
 
the council’s job is to create potential.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
 
the question of love is a question of fate.

oblivion, July 18, 2018, 16:43:17 – 16:44:03

when the rain swamps conversation.
the big winners have been man’s companions.
rilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way roundrilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way round
 
rilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way round
lose one’s spark, be gobsmacked as a toad.
temples in ruins / two sisters, the tomb / the flight to egypt.
 

happenstance, July 18, 2018, 15:20:23 – 15:22:35

are you hungry?
æ ø å – oh, these norwegian vowels!
family friendly.
 
the spider’s web glistens like the down on a branch in the sun.
the garden is a chapter.
good time!
 
oh, these word-whores’ orders are rather vague.
a gross simplification, of course.
freed from fixed schedules and dependent.
 
so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.

oblivion, July 18, 2018, 15:07:33 – 15:10:01

make the fear of god from mirrors and rope.
beautiful beetles on pins.
(try a bit harder for your own sake, no one else cares).
 
oh, do not feed the birds in flight.
you love four words. time to update.
you are a simple angel.
 
fraught with absence so dive not into me.
oh, you spoilsports, turning out the lights.
leave me be.