2001: Age of innocence/Heart of an air hostess.

Heart of an air hostess

As heart of a waitress, but in air. As a take-off, landing, a journey anywhere, like an ad. Heart of a passenger with a mission of moving ahead going somewhere and coming back, a plan to leave. An experience, something that is more fun, enjoyable, would be enjoyable to remember. It is a beat, a calling, a seduction, a vacation, a job, moving of a body and mind. It takes a lot to make that beating of a heart as it continues, on and on, and why the muscle hits with the rhythm of the same, with pace of similar but individual. We recognize it and think we know it. Beat of choosing, pushing the button of a destination on computer screen. Palm trees and going there, arriving there, exploring it there, learning it. Having a good time there.

Heart as warmth, a symbol of love and strength, a warm bloody gushy sounding organ inside her makes you vomit, it is so profoundly familiar and too close, kindness and hospitality, a smile on her and the blood. For passengers to ask for help, to place trust upon as you paid for it, someone to count on to bring a blanket. Moving on with a cart with drinks and snacks. Sitting down to rest her feet. Hearts of many air hostesses moving back and forth on passages in the air to take care of passengers.

On breathing

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On breathing

Holding breath. Inhaling as deeply as I can. Holding breath. Exhaling through my nose as I think how I breathe. As I think I know how to breath and where breath goes what does it do, what is in breath. The quantity of air near me, the quality of air pulled and pushed moved circulated, fresh used in air that I must have in me and it is not just Oxygen but Carbon dioxide, Nitrogen, Argan, water, Neon, Methane plus pollution. I don’t know. Have to know the technique of breathing but can I develop better at breathing and can I think what it is to pull it in my lungs, in my cells, in my blood, the air. How the what I have been breathing becomes me, how it can be measured and calculated and what it can tell about me as an organism, an individual and human? How many times I breath when I do not think about it? How long can I hold my breath? How long can I run without losing breath? Things that breathe as people and animals having breath. Breath entails, it hides. Breath that smells, breath that has speed, reveals us, keeps us living as parts of this world, breathing particles of the atmosphere, vapor of breath in cold weather, heavy breath. I have to puffer and blow to make a visible steamy mark in the air, something I like doing.

The world is under breath, we are under breath, us breathing, under a breathing monster with big vicious looking mouth that we fear, many monsters with mouths channeling air and lungs breathing the same gas. To end up in a mouth of a monster is like being connected and disconnected repeatedly. The contradiction as we think of the hugeness of a monster when it is in the little particles in the air. The thought that there is a monster, where is it and what is it like?

There is no danger, no hurry in breathing, there is this relaxed moment of having unconscious moment of lungs, me, observing my body doing its thing, keeping me alive, realizing its nature, my nature. The many times I breathe per minute and how short a time it is that I lose my consciousness if I cannot have a breath.

 

Baari 2000

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.

World map

Instant mermaid just add water, writings on t-shirts for women.

BABE
Sorry I’m late I didn’t want to come.
Promises
Bad a Ball Testicle festival
USA
ABCDEFUCKOFF
no thanks
Be yourself
babygirl
Hotter than hell
PSYCHOPATH
It’s yours
babygirl
GRLPWR
Stay weird
90’s baby
How You Doin’?
Good girls go to heaven, Bad girls go everywhere.
Girls supporting girls.
Moody.
You will be too much for some people, those are not people.
I’ll be there for you.
win-win
Funpa: like grandpa just cooler also smarter and stunningly good-looking.
Holy enough to pray for you, hood enough to swing on you.
morning
Raise boys and girls the same way.
Stranger things

1999

Breathing

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