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tisdag 19 oktober 2010

the bleeding room, pt. 1

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i'm making,
making myself,
disappear,
all together disappear,
i'm gone,
i'm all,
all gone now,
where am i,
where am i,
where i am there are nothing,
nothing there,
i made it all go away,
away with me,
with you,
you didn't stay,
stay and disappear


i dig up my memories ,
put them elsewhere,
with hands that are stained with the smell of...
these are my memories,
they said so when we met,
can you disprove my past?
i dig up my memories,
and put them elsewhere,
tobacco of my past,
running from my...
i face the earth of my past,
so huge


day and night,
it's all the same,
always awake,
day and night cease to matter,
mean nothing to one who is always awake,
thinking, sinking, drinking -
like a king,
thinking, sinking -
like a pen in ink


the solitary nosebleed experience,
the stairwell was like the inside of a body,
the key holes looked like vaginas


a city of one house,
everything is displaced... over on the side,
across the border,
the boundaries in pieces,
placed at remote angles beyond our wildest thoughts,
beyond what can be expected;
this is my movie,
do you want to be in it?


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måndag 19 januari 2009

from Gaza with Love - dexterity, flesh, shut the fuck up!!!

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imune spate ariadne; gods tummy.

everwhere the etching is, and it is is. IS!!! fly away, i can fly away. bring me --- to this scorched clump of/and/with/for; and jellyfish, ish, ish!!! i can fly away, fly away; on brittle winds. tree tops below beckon me, want me, my crash, a rash of violent assaults remain unsolved because of linkage blindness. the perpetrator lies back, painting the reasonable hole, accidents happen so often and they are so intense that they seem connected but they aren't.

at the foot of the mountain; rest assure that more will come.

will acne scars be the final give away? no, wrong person. the perp is a genius surgeon/tax consultant/dot.com millionaire. he has invented a new form of transportation. it's a cross between a bull and a kangaroo. the new breed is fully equipped with the latest in hi-tech weaponry. it has a hidden on/off switch. you wouldn't guess where it's at /---/ and do something constructive.

(k(n(i)f)e) and it is so, but it is not because, so for all that it is worth, they'll see the writing but they wont know the meaning.

orders five through fifteen; listen, take notes, pick up the under current, fill out the form that Mr. J. hands you at the wall of the great eating, leave the form in a sealed envelope that bare the sign of dum dum, take break for cigarette and/or coffee, answer the red phone, do not answer the pink phone, when you arrive at junction known as Ferret you shall dig in for the night, check sleeping bag for bugs, bless the spirit of metal.

report back to isagt as soon as you get this message (everwhere is not to be trusted; kill it and dissolve the remains asap. put what is left in five lead jars and secure them at intervals so as not to risk further cross contamination).

return to Golem and await further instructions from the main vehicle. do not make small talk. a-d -h--e -ou --e th--e, --u c-- ch-ck that the missiles are getting set up. trajectory --- a- ---l-ws; --s--n v--y --refully.

random interception of soldier-soldier chat.

-"yeah, what?"
-"cum-e-caaze, don't you get it!?"
-"err, trevor."
-"yeah, do you know him?"
-"err, of him, doesn't everyone?"
-"oh, right, well, so you've heard, did you hear it."
-"uh, what, it's breaking up, i'm getting, did you hear that, man?"
-"right..."
-"fly away, i can fly away..."
-"what are you on, man?"


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