irrational right and wrong

Boy with a boxer’s nose./Sovereignty in a cloud.

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sovereignty in the cloud
Fighting giving meaning in us, for us to structure the world and make it maybe 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 realize 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. 

Clitoris

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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. 

Corporeal signals, corporal punishments, missions in mincer.

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Corporeal signals, corporal punishments, missions in mincer.

Corporeal signals, corporal punishments, missions in mincer
June 22nd, 2013 

It is rude. It is vividly bestial, ferocious, human. Checked the dictionary, cruel has many synonyms.
There are numerous ways of manifesting nuances, tones, bones, parts to play. 

Sacred terror like hiding as a game,
front sweet hereafter, door in your children, door to your children, it is open.
Of course you can see the holy untouchables, mountains they clime. Soft sugar and his name that sat on him was dead, 

hell followed him. Orange afterglow, how to, to know
stupid concepts of correctness, accuracy, just and just that
feel the hate creating a human god. 

Ekpyrosis. Beautiful word. 

Synonyms for clime from Merriam_Webster

Synonyms https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/clime#synonyms

(in this poem I have used the word clime as a verb and interestingly it is pronounced the same way as climb. Maybe it is ok, maybe it is weird, the better.)

Feather tiger porcelain fan porcelain rabbit

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47. Feather tiger porcelain fan porcelain rabbit 

A bird does not fly with one wing. True that.
Why that lady walks with only one high heel and limping like that? I guess she has lost her other shoe and she is going home to have her a new pair.
Napkins spread
from outdoor cafeteria counter. Tirelessly
under its chairs, lively burst gusty blow
gum spots there.
Some things just shine through. 

ever widening maw

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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.

2000

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

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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

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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!

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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. ?  
(SUCK THE BONES.) 

Bunnies

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

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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?