It is bass in his voice reifying the opposition, difference of quality in low and something large. Foamy chocolate heart of an image, still fingers hateful night, and so on. But yes, it is romantic. Searching for sources of awe even in contempt. I have a constant feeling of guilt for I don’t know what, for that and that. Quiet masochism. Dirty and cheap in between. But it is not me. I’m the receiver of his favor, of he paying attention, making me solid out of these pieces he found and what is me.
Moon as a triple reflection on a window demonstrated by a street lamp. I go slowly by floating like asleep, as sleep itself, sleeping. Sink my hands into foam, into my hands and his voice, rub it on my face to feel his w.
I am nothing. I have nothing. I come from nothing. I know nothing. I was born yesterday. Tomorrow I will be born yesterday. This is something I struggle to understand. I am defined by others. I can’t define myself. I do not understand. I am so young. I am so silent. Wet behind my ears, naked in front of everybody, puzzled. Reason for my existence is this: act childlike, be helpless, speak with soft voice, smile, be kind. Don’t have lots of sex with men, don’t think you can have lots of sex with men, but be willing. Don’t show your pain, don’t talk about your pain. Tell what has happened to you, don’t tell what has happened to you. Don’t wander around, don’t look for knowledge, don’t think you have got talent, don’t think you are special, don’t think you are rational.
What is a proper laughter for women? Hold your hand in front of your mouth? Be timid. Women shouldn’t laugh loudly like hyenas, like monkeys, like donkeys even though they are subhuman. Don’t look untended, don’t look unfinished even though you are unfinished. Don’t lift heavy objects, don’t do dirty work, don’t do men’s work, you are not capable. Don’t wear revealing clothing, but be naked, because you are, we see you. Don’t be better than men, keep your composure, keep calm, keep the look, keep smiling. Don’t speak up, don’t speak out. Don’t speak against, don’t contradict. Don’t show long face, don’t show discontent, don’t complain, criticize, but not too much, we don’t want to hear it. Don’t swear, don’t act manly, don’t walk manly, don’t sit manly. Don’t get drunk. Don’t be humorless, don’t be uptight, don’t disagree, don’t be a bitch. Don’t think you have power.
What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly? What is truly ugly?
INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP: TRYING TO HAVE SOME FUCKING FUN.
How many bin Ladens do you make when you kill bin Laden?
(making that money.)
We don’t like those stupid and crazy. We know what is stupid and what is crazy. To eliminate those among us to hold community clean, free, happy, intact and more importantly hygienic and safe. You understand, yes. It is our right as people of God. Chosen ones, choose the ones.
Mother of Madness Mother of Comfort Mother of Thieves Mother of Tears Mother of Psychosis Mother of Mercy Mother of Bread Mother of Night Mother of the Lost Mother of Anti-Social Tendency Mothers of The Disappeared Mothers of The Executed Mothers of Tigers Mothers of The Lonely Mothers of Terrorists Mothers of The Dissidents Mothers of The Freedom Fighters Mothers of Strangers Mother of Suspicion Mothers of Comfort
Blind boys running downhill. I really have witnessed it happening. Oh I have seen the Japanese garden. Fill in the blank, but I don’t think you’ll get the job, Motherfucker.
Elbows wrists, elbows wrists, a pornographic magazine under the loo carpet. Sudden movements and sighs.
Who is that flying through the air? Cover yourself itzy bitzy spider. Limbs breaking the brisk air.
Terrible kleptomaniac spent warmly days in the sun of love. (Don’t ask for permission just do it.)
Call me anything you like, Unemployed Hashtag, Ach Scheissenheit! I’m a real hipster, which definition was quite a surprise to me. Definitely, and it is forever, class and grace of knowing what to wear.
First you shred a picture in a shredder, pictures, as many as you have, maybe all of them. You can do it by hand, tear a picture into little pieces. Then you put the pieces back together and look at the picture. Crunch it, it starts to look like the picture experienced something. Experiences of a picture. There is never a good time, there is never a decent time, there is never enough time, so you can do it now. Hopefully you have a shredder. As long as parts get together in order, they get what they need in form of see-through tape, see through tape, togetherness of pieces, end of loneliness of shreds, glue in hands, glued.
People who put their all in a shredder for whatever reason and end up putting things shredded back together again hoping things would be better, the same or at least become something whole, some kind of result and an event of making an effort. Like true love, whatever that is other than hard work, maybe it is more true when broken and put back together again, light and revelation, fixing something broken. It must be the kind of love between mother and child in an equation, that the mother loves her child and does not put her child in to pieces.
How to keep your child whole, unbroken but not like an image or why should you keep your child from harm? Over-protection can do an awful lot of damage. How closely can you adjust the pieces that belong next to each other? Something has to be broken. Do we have to get something missing also? To have a reason to look ahead.
Glaring body, origin of, pulled out of something beautiful, out of that glaring body. It is still shining its light like a lamppost on a dark street. His naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart or young, an inexperienced mind, trusting or having lived with only one perspective to a view.
Her naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart, which is more easy to say, that is, was she who is naïve still. Unchanged as she remains, trusting, believing, faithful and true, that is what naïve means in a way, you do not change when you don’t have to or because you are afraid and believe truths of others instead of your own, you are afraid the truth of your own, afraid because it might end up hurting you, because it is not the truth of the most of the world or maybe it is, but they are afraid of it too.
Meet a naked vibrating man, to be an inconsiderable prick and float. Take part in an orgy, routine penetration, make love, moan, hold your feet in the water, move your feet, have a drink, have another drink, have a tan, put sun lotion on, jump in the water, splash the water, play in the water, smoke a cigarette, watch the sun, lie on a towel and watch the sky, watch swimmers, watch clouds, watch people have sex in the night. Make a movie with your phone. Dance holding your phone.
Majakollektiivi Timanttimetsä 