poem

Buy cinnamon, onions, tofu, apples and ingredients for chocolate cake

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Daisy Cutter BLU 82B Commando Vault impact area of a football field
wrote down nucleus vocabulary like justice, God and truth and Daisy Cutter like someone next door.
religious affiliations in God’s country
emanations of reality naturalizing sacred silent language of a bomb

Yellow leaves in yellow trees as a mass against each other
I noticed with my side eye
there was someone standing there next to me
fanciful impulse of hacking and digging, picturing, looking by accident
wind a vertical drum trembling leaves and horsepower for raising ore on a whim.

Blue-haired Grand petite called Salvador Nebula. I don’t know who he is.

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Horses fucking on a yard, they steam. Bear bare le jardin.
I will be back as soon as I can. I can’t stand to watch.
Mischiefvous,
ambiquous and nefarious dissent that is who he is, someone
yelled on the phone, delusional

transference of club of liars, lies, hard hands that have held you for hours trying to get to shore

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holding my inner velocity, clubs of different shapes, wooden with colorful tapes, to try and say something, hit a ball, hit a window, gray-faced man who hates running the field, from base to base and home

Desiderius Anhedonia, joyless spring, has been very little studied but still exists

Lack of respect what comes to following strict ideology and having complete faith in reason. Why do you believe your eyes? Process of making civilization creating inhibitions which cannot tolerate zest

Alert Orange, fake Uzis Mary McCloud. What kind of birds are like parachutes?

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I do think I’m a good person I exploit fears and frustrations, insecurities, wrongdoings. I don’t think that adds up with good. It does have to make sense to be good.

Building shields around your heart.

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One gets ready to be hit at every corner. Building shields around your heart. Something personally felt is needed to make a message that can reach out.  There are things to go through to make reality shine through, to make a wake up call, a tune. Reality is a good term here. Reality of everyone’s own. What others do not see and experience and yet again do. Who would understand poverty better than the poor themselves, one could think. How poor can you be?

Feather tiger porcelain fan porcelain rabbit

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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.

they

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Is it like something messy made by someone who thinks is an artist in a space that is thought to be art space? Why don’t you eat meat? Is it like animals suffering kind of thing and you feel sorry for them? Definitions for installation please and why do I think it is better not to eat meat.

arborescent dimension
rhizomatic eschewal of Humanism
in favour of pluralic views
repressive views of institutions, we have become
blocks or over-coding
lines of flight
rationality has its way, made us made logical in natural way, how I miss illogical obverse and increasingly dissatisfied
calculations and definitions, but I love numbers, could you understand my need for fantasy, pass the way for
hoho, could you not to try not to all the time, because it could be so much better if you didn’t
measure everything in millimeters and money
I would appreciate it much
thank you.

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

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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. Nonsense. Couple of lines from a movie Big Bullet written down for fun: 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?

Valhalla this is Thor with Bernard Fontanelle

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Profound killing, profound birth, deep rest with mercury, put your hand in it
breathing in to the root of things and to pure chance, taking it
don’t let anything stop you
be part of my filth
but be compelled to change dramatically
arrangement equilibrium, condition of a system, hexagonal someone said, diagonal pace, speed of atoms shaking, fluctuations which physicists often call noise. tranquility, postmodern triangle on top. Could you just remove it. It is horrid. Even as symbol on a wall, against the sky, could you understand how ugly it is. It represents nothing but horridness of it all.
Shapes of progress are going more flat, more insignificant, more or less close to nothing with big size. Don’t you see.

”Behold a universe so immense that I am lost in it. I no longer know where I am. I am just nothing at all. Our world is terrifying in its insignificance. ” B.Fontanelle (1657-1757)