wept green rage
lachrymose trashed surface of psyche
weeper pulling and pulling as much as she could see from her tears and running nose
opening mines, ore of gutters, excavation of self, can opener, cans, canisters, junk, barrels of mud
It is an unopened well gone unnoticed the sweet water and soothing sound of liquid
poetry of mine
Semi-Opaque leggings, liquorice between teeth
Time in blizzard. Some time spent watching it take over air. Proliferation of perfect plural seemingly alike white. It is not time to abandon adolescent
disparity of two legs, points of stars in snow
external world of accidence coming down fast, shadowless anti-human riot
breathe, in order to have faith 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
Episteme
Meaningfully vulgar, foul contingency
and open arms them to be cohesive, to bind us together, Juicy Lucy, should I believe her, taste her orange. Her disorder, her glory and glow, techniques of domination, open arms, tenderness and warmth. Standing powerlessly not moving an inch, only my eyelids do their reflex shutter movement on my lenses as I capture the moment to my archive of every moment in my life. The wet grass that I am standing on has given up on winter and black earth. Dividing practices come without forcing. There is something I cannot stand and it is a lie of affection. How much do we live in world of abstractions. Is all abstract? Sensing and reasoning to have sensed and reasoned. Certain amount of rage which follows, burns, boils over and torments. Deflower the girl. Deflowering earth. Deflowering her. Considered ruined. Difference is experienced. Deflowering truth.
Malicious nocturne, young temperature of instantaneous and perhaps total entropy of the universe, sounding grand, finding it in my lungs
The need to come out. Phrase for someone admitting and showing. Coming out, revealing maintaining dignity and when you lose it, fearing shame, thoughts and talk. Maintaining, what does it mean, how. What needs to be maintained and which parts could be discarded as useless. Keeping up, staying in posture, situation in life against for what would be a better decision, difficult. Is it following tradition, listening to somebody else’s opinion than one’s own, on one’s life, rules, dictations, how to. What is losing dignity? Deliberately, carelessly, why put yourself to disgrace, what will come of it, of not wanting to care about the consequences. I hoped to be killed in the most brutal way possible, publicly. I knew you could do it. I knew it. Idea of failing and starting something new, or ending up having disastrous after life. Fear of losing face, fear of showing you my face. What is the worst scenario that might happen?
Snowflakes form this way of water drops
at temperatures several degrees below water’s normal freezing point
depressions as ponds and lakes
zero zero Celsius centigrade and below
water all, is ice infinitesimally small drops
all the corruption in my hand
Pre-being of his own, on his own making ice-cream nonsense, my favourite. Say Fuck Yeah.
Greenish plasma, of course, like in movies, extra sensory perception in darkness
wondering eye boing, seeing boing typically dusty tables, boing corners or just bothered by it boing,
Empirical facts, empirical exactly, how they were, jumping, going, falling , feeling on the hot road, damn
pavementistranscendentalishh, trans cen dental ish, what fun to girl it (ad muted), girling. How am I suppose to be, suppose to be forever in doupt, What! FOREVER in doupt! Can you, can you really live like that? Yes I think so. Sigh, Putting all my frustration in it
See the fantastic FOG MACHINE! Thank you! and again. Yes, Yes Can you believe it. appearing in FOG and from discoing the life away
trascendental-if-transcendental-if if what if, whatever
Think about it. Sure, Maybe I will, and how the mind works… His family tree is actually fictional, Yeah, so-long with his worm-eaten dogmatism, dusty tables, dishes and couch, my favourite.
Do you think it is a bit over the top? YesAha.
Breaking, it’s breaking
it broke, doing my best
and The worst ever.
His w
There is bass in his voice
reifing the opposition.
Foamy chocolate heart,
hateful night,
searching for source. I have a constant feeling of guilt for I don’t know what. Quiet sadism. Dirty and cheap.
Moon as a triple reflection, I go slowly by
floating like asleep, as sleep, sleeping. Should I sink my hands into the foam and rub it on my face, taste it.
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