Let us pray, bless bad hair days.

Let us pray, bless bad hair days. 

Dear Goddess of All, Bless Mothers, children and their fathers, bless feathers, toilet prayers, bless toilets, mirrors, lipstick, black nail polish, leather jackets, photographers, pornographers, condom users, sleepers, wake them up when they need to, let them sleep heavily, let them dream pleasant imaginative dreams, bless bike riders, mountain climbers, cats, goats and cows, bless milk, water, bless alcohol to kill all harmful bacteria, to bring us joy instead of sorrow and misery, bring us happiness and hangover for only one day, bless alarm clocks, bless back bags, I mean back bags, rug sacks, luggage, purses and handbags, bless art, bless the World, bless black holes, bless blessings, praying hands and heads, bless our food, make our leaders make the World peaceful place, bless grass, paper, books, sewers and ponds, bless poets and give love, teach people to give love. 

Mugshot/< < Mum kills her children.

www. The Bank of Cigaret Horizons We are and we stay in our landscape with our faces and ties
bonds cards offers mileages greetings from sunny beaches sunny investing in
or would it be better
in the long run cunning as hell in saying nothing, but talking mouth full mouth going on hands moving
there is something happening I can feel it
there is emptiness here
but we fill it
Four of the universe’s fastest­ growing economies
as we know them, are growing expanding blending
growing like well-fed babies
cows and pigs,
with our our spaces where we we live
work and make love have babies feed them.
As a result
Report begins with a silence
anger and frustration
aboutabout about our world collapsing In the report,
to identify the key issues keys where are they?
I dropped them
still As a firm,
to survive and thrive.
We take seriously our capital and ideas to further effective market­ based solutions that help address issues.
Our responsibility
our duty our goal our mission our plan our task our war our peace forever
for good now when
approach to social now which happens in environmental issues beginning was will never be or maybe
upcoming as an explosion fusion like a commercial brake.com 

ReificationQ XHyperreality

ReificationQ XHyperreality 
November 22nd, 2013 

Oh, there is so much I don’t know. Tame landscape making all places alike.
Disposition, Infinitude and a day
speculations on eternity and nothing 

a frozen girl at one corner of a busy street. There is never enough one can do.
My heart was as if someone was pounding the front door. I checked. 

There was no one there but a bloody dog. 


Do you dare?
Masochistic need to destroy yourself, the child. Like ever and never going away.
Do you dare to look at it? To look. It is down to earth. It is a thing, it is a fright and strange layers of pleasure.
Perversions and something worth trying, even saying it is an ache. Desire to let go of consequences, of obligations, of anything
but dirty ideas. 

ever widening maw

Food of France, a blend at hotel FountaineBleau in Miami at sunrise. Arrange her, her open yawn, a complaint I could see down her throat, reddish and hear a voice. How to arrange something,  something locked away, something grown to squeak in the uncomfort and disability of contemporary womanhood. Horrified, please stop. Sunglasses. Original attractive unpowered without a change, so loud homogeneity, carefully crafted, commitment to the kind of planning, please send us your very best words, washing quantities humming alone.


breathe, in order to have faith in to this interrogation of present of delinquency

Fear guides me, that is what I trust. Battle that cannot be won, but it has to be fought. Deliberate subversion unraveled with such speed. Enraged, cloudy, earthly, muddy, dark, behind and under, in 

experiencing historical ontology of me, of ourselves, of that other I see and don’t, verifying existence via cruelty, inner must of terror which drives me. Fear that keeps me going. Abomination, afraid when 

afraid always, keeping me alert, a pulled string, pulling.


Strategy Tegystra tactics tic

Strategy Tegystra Tactics tic 
January 16th, 2013 

cat act tic tac itc cit tci tci tci where is it leading?
Choose your favorite syllable and repeat it in a tempo chosen as you wish.
Ok. I’m ready.
or..not at all. It goes on and on unfinished.
Say syllables out loud on a wasteland, in front of it, after having walked over it. Say
repeat constantly
while walking standing thinking them how to say them looking up to the sky shout out loud syllables how they go gaps in between, pauses, tactics
inventing teg ASTRA TRA TRA TRA
stra stra gyte change order of the letters.
What sense does it make? What new views it opens? To tear words apart. How do you feel when you repeat these syllables? 

Let’s talk more my bunny!

Let’s talk more my bunny!

March 6, 2013 

Hello! My name is Tanya. I am lonely Russian woman from Ulyanovsk. I hope you will interested in my letter or in my structure in agency. I have decided to write to you really liked to me. Some more about me…. I am 25, I have finished medical university in our city and now I work as the children’s doctor. My free time I spend on a hippodrome, as I 7 years am engaged in equestrian sport. I think more about my appearance will tell you my photos. If you want to learn more about me you may write me to Zvyereva68@yandex.ru Also if you want to ask me some questoins (if interested in me), please write me and I promise answer you and also I will send you more of my photos. Bye for now. 

I hope it’s letter will not without your reply. ?  


Descent into hell. Icon. Second half of the 14th century. Collection of the State Russian Museum

Descent into hell. Icon. Second half of the 14th century. Collection of the State Russian Museum 

Divine Harmony, there was a dark hair in between the first pages of the booklet. Lucernarium psalms and stikhirad (verses)
O mild Light, mercy of Peace, praise
troparion (something repeated) short hymn 

polyphonic we
drink coffee out of vases,
hang ourselves to trees and ceilings
no time to get gloomy though.
Week of the Blindman with clay in his eyes
I think he was telling me the truth on Easter Monday. 

Couple of lines from a movie Big Bullet written down for fun: My name is Bird. My name is Bird. My name is Bird. 

Don’t stare at me. Please. My name is Apple. Forget Fiona.
My name is Jeff. Anything else?
My name is Tongues of fire?
Maybe, You want blood on your hands? Why would I want that?