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the changes over head run their course and i sit here warding off all discourse. work the same. breath the same. make and take delight in all things. sit amongst junk and so many toys.
joke
set my farts on fire to keep this room warm burn me baby a little methane now that's a natural gas
Stella
The street car or private vehicle?
I opt for the private vehicle.
I prefer not to be out on the road with those other fuckers.
Yeh sure, but how are you going to get those dangerous fuckers off the road?
Whatever
feeling they woke up with, whatever rush they are in, whatever
distraction they have, to be somewhere else, for someone else, to do
something else, than where they are for themselves what they are doing,
will run them into a wall or each other.
Everyone left will stay focused and drive safely.
That's the assumption.
Der Nachbarn
Why not repeat the message?
The old man downstairs is just
another walking distraction on the horizon. He spends six months out of
every twelve outside no matter the weather in the garden. The other six
months inside drinking like a machine.
This fucking monk, what a joker.
Just for a laugh, how does he check the power supply?
No no, the machine has an inbuilt feedback mechanism. Just lights up a little symbol on the display.
How does he afford the connection and all those appliances?
cup o' tea
I drag my hand along the stairwell wall and tear it to shreds. Looking down into the Hof I spy scavenging kids from the urban environment. I put the kettle on in order to live a cup a tea daily habit. In bed my actual desire to recuperate lies in cups of tea and tea pots.
prayers
mother
language acute relationship with the sounds on the page how they fly
off into the hollowed voice which is nowhere and everywhere heard known
said in a ream of paper moving slowly wandering lonely as a cloud down
they go to londontown to visit the second patron saint where they will
find reason to learn a foreign culture and history and become
preoccupied with travel been there seen that now give me a miracle holy
man on the mountain
Kubrik
The gravity of the moon influences all fluids on this heavenly body.
Those greek astrologers were really feeling it man. And what about the chinese?
Surfing on magnetic waves.
Das Internat
Small rooms with many boys. Closed doors, broken padlocks, keyholes filled with glue. The cost of loss warrants going without.
a hole in the bucket
Creativity solves problems.
Of course.
Everything we have we use.
Well stop going out and purchasing someone else's idea and start implementing your own.
Mariannenplatz
Just to keep me going, an experiment in miscommunication, better known as a notebook on the run and flow of consumed thought through this head under the heavens above. Street level, sky level, amongst the throng, no matter where, always a hustle and bustle. I want out of it. Coffee stream dream time please. Now. At the head of the square, in the gutter, I sit on the edge waiting.
Zoo Girl
Must
not forget to take a look at the generations lost in sexual fancy who
inevitably reproduce children who possess even greater indolence and
disdain.
i wonder
The
first wonder; I do not have to go far. Second wonder; there is enough
hatred in the living. Third wonder; the emotions are highly strung
amongst all these modern cults of the living.
Rixdorf
Destroy. Order. Alcohol. Brain. Myself? Spent all morning walking around, cavorting, sitting and talking of war.
if i were a bird i would build my nest high above the filth, but i am a man
Perhaps the falling think they are flying. Perhaps the bodies on the
ground will cushion the impact. Scavenging dogs and parasites decaying
alive down there. All much the same as here.
Gravity's Rainbow
Waiting here for the footsteps on the Treppenhaus. If they make it into the building they will search every room. The only hope that I have is the manhole, but I could not survive in their for long. No, it is useless. If they search the house then they will find me. So be it. I rely on the facade, ripe and rotten, to keep them from knocking. I keep to the light night typing sessions. During the day I lie unnoticed under a pile of rags and rubbish. I am unmoving, calm and constant. A stray artillery shell may come down on me. This body no longer becomes intoxicated from the alcohol consumed to support it. Water and fermented sugars for the last six months.
DreiGroschenerOper
one can reduce themselves to nothing and step outside of that warring world. the individual takes their pleasure wherever they can whenever they can and, if that be in the whorehouse every Tuesday evening at number 21 with Macky and his knife or down at the burnout schoolyard 26 McKay, then so be it. The last pleasure is a long way from here.
a simple prop to occupy my time
I keep myself busy in a vacuum
of influence tracing the lines of theft from imitation to imitation and I
find far more beauty there than what is amongst us lost in our own
stupidity.
Rousseau
chaos time stretching resource pinpoint
document the fist fights with four legs the biped insanity little caves
of obscurity force an oath a social contract where did i sign the opt
out policy is suicide another offence and so they pursue you into the
bowels of hell for what they feel is rightfully their law
so you call your questions science
that came to me today, so i thought i would share it with you.
it came from your girlfriend, bitch.
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