Moving

Moving

What kind of travelling is worthwhile? Is that the right question? How to travel and where to go?

This is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey. When this is not a journey, journey is a cliché. I’m not moving much, but I am making progress. The desire has left me to physically travel. Do we look for an end or a new beginning on our way and how to make progress? Do we choose a new way or the same way over and over again? When I repeat this small, many times used sentence, this is a journey, I get a grasp of what this voyage, we are trying to do, is. We need to have a destination and repetition, a pattern to repeat. We need to know how to get there while we are going. What is there, that there is something for us, that we are safe. We are not doing our journeys for nothing. It is about moving, making something worthwhile. Having been somewhere and returned. If we don’t move we are stuck, is the contemporary ideology.

1998 R

R
Demonizing: a structure of contempt. It turns out to be the law of the R. She created a life for me in her mind. Her fingers pressed against her cheeks. El Moaur the bottomless, the terrible, a compulsive need to fill to be filled. How about movement? What became of the abandoned one? She has to be punished because she wants it all. What happens if you give all freedom to female sexuality?

At the table: But avalanches of all sizes are possible, he said. They are plural forms of Jesus.

But avalanches of all sizes are possible, he said. They are plural forms of Jesus.

What is ancle what is angle what is to sit in a cafe what is to listen
what is anger what is danger what is to danger what is rumour what is hurt what is to die what is to live what is to love tell me what it is. Pendulums.
They are swinging nonstop fast in a tormented way.

Dotted lines making graph, making it on paper, showing on printing paper, chain reactions sliding frequently, jumping to infinity. Black girl with no clothes on sent her goodbye waving her body. Siren of her vulva of her flood, flower megaphone of her multiplexes, endless body parts in I will do it again I promise. Shoeless woman threw up. Threw up Jesuses.

 

Prisma

sovereignty in a cloud
Fighting giving meaning in us, for us to structure the world and make it may be simpler, maybe better. Fights making us and making us do good and bad. To write about good and evil: it is clear to me that I stand on the side of good. Why is that so clear? Does my origin, ideas, gender, age, skin color, profession(s), art, deeds, tell how good a person I am? What deeds, characteristics tell my quality of goodness or evilness? That is what I think now, because I’m not so sure. What is good and just, it is that I have chosen to realise and do as I see fit and they serve me, my idea of good for me. Do I take the rest of the world into consideration in my goodness? To choose and accomplish, it is a question of self and losing self, not to make only what your self desires, not only letting your need to want to want. Decide what is good. Tastes good, makes you feel good. Is my body that decides since I must eat, sleep, drink and follow? It decides much for me as do my feelings. My feelings and sentiments, gut telling me which paths to follow. Telling me something about good, what might be good to do.