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.
cat act tic tac itc cit tci tci tci where is it leading?
Choose your favourite syllable and repeat it in a tempo chosen as you wish.
Ok. I’m ready.
or..not at all. It goes on and on.
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?
The result is that the subconscious is lost (little girl rationally recognizes her fate).
ROSE.
You do surprise me and guilt is a place. Blame in your shoes. It has started, it will never stop. Ya. How do you do it? This chaos, this
You have travelled much, how come your world is so small? I drove. Anthill, misty mountain, chill, coffee, me clothet in layers excavating like something was.
What about me? Nothing. Powder. Of some kind. That tower is mine, lit like a snowy tree by one intense led light, ad or something.
bye
Protrude bulge
outward balloon bulge
protrude protrude. bulge?
Licking the shell of me, but why. A hand towel please. Like a never-ending virgin voyage on nightly grass. Laying on my back watching stars, and wondering why no-one else is here. I didn’t sleep all night because I was waiting for strangers and animals, anything. Someone to wonder why I was laying there under a vast space, exposing myself to danger. Exposed to random attacks and looks. I wish someone had cut electricity in the city. I heard the streaming water next to me, a strong rapid, cold and black gleaming in electric beams of light, modernly powerful but stemmed. No-one could hide, if there was anyone but me, looking up. Satellites going faster than stars I cannot name nor tame and this is far from lame. Well it was wonderment hiking and not leaving town, I felt isolated from the world yet not. I sometimes forget that I will never be apart from it, even if I didn’t speak.
It was still but not a silent night.
Come here. Alone. To this park.
At four a.m. I got chills so shuddering I had to stand up and take my sleeping bag for a walk. I packed my things and left. Ducks woke up at the same time.
Majakollektiivi Timanttimetsä 