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Abstract emotional tangle

2011-01-02T22:29:00.005-05:00

For trips we took together,

for trips I took alone

for days you walked not lonely, but searching for your clone

And on days I wished these days were gone.

And then one day they went.

Parrots were singing, a little out of place

it was in Miami, the dent.

And though our walks here are ephemeral, bone-less, muscle-contradictory

Feet are moving, paws are still soft,

and new things come quite quickly

as you ramble towards them, rambling in Latin

"THE LATIN NAME FOR THIS ABSTRACT EMOTIONAL TANGLE, I NEED IT!"

You are asking, desperately so, for vocabulary,

but all around are farm animals and pudding pets,

and you wonder what occurred while you snoozed.

Until a moment comes, when your Dalmatian cows bake cake for you,

a cake of spring and summer.

You find out there was no such word for your academic troubles

you felt nude and scratched by the chicken enemies.

The oldest cow split the cake in two and said:

"If you wish upon Tahitian vanilla tonight, no spoon for you. Consume wisely, this season will come in threes. Select spring or summer, receive summer or winter. Choose right, or choose not at all. But if you choose not to choose, forget about choice.

Ramble longer and rambler farther. Don't have cake that will bite your veins off."

You glance. At word, at cake, at cow.

At your reflection on a sour sick building

You are not well, you need to stare for longer

Stare until your old mentality consumes

like crystallized summer.

Add flour to the mix and it won't rise the way you remembered

2010-12-21T21:25:00.007-05:00

You forgot the yeast again. We were baking without ingredients.

You caught movies on every eyelash, and then you forgot you had eyelashes and washed your face with force.

Your forced face became furious

And we yelled until a fierce cat appeared in the moon outside our glass walls.

He said "Forget about that lunar eclipse, my dearest, my young, for-"

"-et pourquoi, wise cat?" I interrupted him foolishly. But only a fool waits for his turn in this town.

"Why, because the moon is eternal. At least that's what I believe. I believe in creatures and creations, cobras and crucibles."

"I disagree. I disagree so much that I will have to decline your presence." The male child beside me had spoken.

The clumsy cat tripped on a sneaker.

He had never heard such a remark.

Or, now he had, and his chemical reaction was worse mentally than physically.

I saw his veins shake with the excess of quicksilver.

He twisted his face around.

He poked himself with his tail.

And he brushed his indigo fur.

"You know, the moon is not my origin. I am of other arts and crafts."

The feline placed the rejected sneaker on the doormat of our house.

It had moved now from the kitchen, to the balcony, to the table.

The table stood now, unsteadily holding a doormat and a sneaker. The rejects of the day.

The feline scratched at an egg on the ground. He shrugged, and muttered, that eggs were forbidden at this time of year. He mentioned they were rubber-like and uncomfortable.

And then he said: "Moons are for humans. Humans are for cats. And I will consume you all and all the rubber in your souls, your sneakers, and carpets. Don't watch the lunar eclipse. It is a hoax. Popsicle sticks and pom poms, your children will have plenty to ignite."

"Whatever will they ignite, wise cat?"

"Only the frozen. The rest will die with the winter. Ignite yourselves now. I'll be boiling rubber on the reflection in the bay.

See that canoe-shaped mirror of light? It's gone, yes? Watch it disappear, watch your tricks get played on YOU. Forget me not at all. Forget me at times. Remember what you will.

Throw away those sneakers. "

His abominable snowcrime

2010-12-21T21:02:00.003-05:00

The snow fell where we couldn't feel it,

where we couldn't see it.

Apparently, what means nothing

meant something

and what meant everything

now means nothing

but everything for somebody else.

Else, new,

new, replacement.

Now, for somebody else,

for the replacing

Then, for someone

of supposed nothingness.

But we all knew the lies came to your mouth

like human moths buying flashlights.

For the levels in between degrees

2010-12-21T20:10:00.002-05:00

All the heart symbols on my legs

they prove to you

just how golden our furniture will be

in a land beyond climate and degrees.

Degrees of shivering, degrees of anger.

"But what about catching metal nails in glass jars?"

You should stop doing that in my face.

Immediately too, perhaps.

If not perhaps, then surely.

My glitter is black, and green when it needs to be.

Watch it shimmer inevitably.

2010-12-19T21:03:00.002-05:00

A bucket full of glittery options

2010-12-19T19:51:00.004-05:00

Look, there's glitter on the other side of the fence

Oops, there's glitter in your tea

2010-12-19T00:16:00.000-05:00

There's glitter in your gum

2010-12-18T16:13:00.000-05:00

You have glitter in your face

2010-12-18T16:11:00.000-05:00

Guess the game

2010-12-13T23:14:00.000-05:00

It shouldn't have mattered, the insects were buzzing, the tropical ones

Time had passed quicker than your strategic thinking,

you lost to a preferred kingdom, chosen by those quicker than you.

But if you were a rocket, sure you would soar quick too.

I wait for wind to inflate the spheres on my skin,

goosebumps on an anti-goose

All the geese flew away last night, did you miss it?

He nodded, he had definitely missed the event.

Perhaps at another venue, he added.

I drank a sip from the tall glass.

I tasted the taste.

And I wished I had taken another path.

But only in hindsight, not in a foreshadow.

He erased her eye

2010-12-12T13:48:00.000-05:00

Popsicle sabers

2010-12-06T11:41:00.000-05:00

We waited for neon, and neon is what we got.

Cold and a cold?

2010-11-29T12:28:00.000-05:00

Ghosts leaving everywhere

2010-11-27T18:10:00.001-05:00

Slime for us

2010-11-24T20:45:00.001-05:00

Swallow your pride

2010-11-19T23:03:00.003-05:00

Then they took their shoes off after twenty hours of wearing them.

Toes were translucent and the footprints blue.

It was dark in the bathroom.

One went left, one went right.

And everything got worse with the night.

Punctuate the jaw, make them substantial, make them clench, tête-à-tête

2010-11-16T16:10:00.005-05:00

We used up each others' conversations.

We borrowed much from faded books, library books without the labels.

You stole some conversation, some dialogue, a few speeches and remarks,

your theft from films, mine from stop-motion.

We came across a bridge and we crossed it.

The bridge on the other side was nicer, better texturized.

It was faded green, like my eyes became after fourteen months.

They became a little green,

maybe it was the envy, maybe it was the Hulk.

Perhaps it was my consumption of jellybeans, perhaps it was the jello we never made.

You said water wasn't easy to boil, I had a thought and left it in storage.

I twittered, snickered, stitched up and calculated someone else's face.

And then we started over, waking up in poking feathers and materials that never cease to be,

misunderstood.

Hands on feet

2010-11-16T13:59:00.005-05:00

The sky will be blue

if you want them two

If you want three,

steal one from me,

If only one,

we're supposed to be done.

I wanted to sit for hours in the Sun.

Half red half blue

2010-10-30T20:46:00.003-04:00

What was the worst part?
This or that?
You or me?
Me or him?
Me.
The very worst.
The mess inside.
The veins they hurt.

The secrets burst inside him and he told it all in a second.
All the stars burst, huge stars, microscopic star rocks
Maybe he knew, maybe I know.
Maybe wrong is right
and right's not wrong.

Maybe right is wrong
and wrong's not right
wrong is always wrong
and wrong is just a word.
Just placed in the dictionary
in its very own hexagonal box.
There are six sides to everything.

I take no sides, I only make wars.

Att ibland ligger svaren i fargerna

2010-10-30T19:52:00.003-04:00

I have now woken up several times.
The night is not black anymore, and never dangerous.
Now it just calls for me and looks for new ways to trick me.
It will not be difficult at all to manage.
I have added my own trap in the woods. On the ground, and where no one goes.
I will never take the easy way out into the forest.
He says that my shortcuts are nonsense,
They are the strongest I have! I scream inside.
Hours days after I asked for permission and let myself be purchased by a lawnmower.
It smells good and the grass seems greener.
But the tags have been cut, and somebody has died.
Someone has been hurt far too long.
The mower has been delayed in any possible form.
Flour has set itself in everyone's skin,
No life for a while and they grow out without anyone knowing.
Without anyone watching.
Sitting or standing, nobody is watching.

Where did the stain on her dress come from?

It takes five minutes.

The answer is equally insignificant for her as it is for me.
All has died.
I do not know what anybody's things have gone.
Everything is out of place in this world.
Everything can be moved off to the next planet.
dying and the right to doing it.
No one knows what it chose.
I have all the answers.

Sanitation of sanities

2010-10-25T10:49:00.003-04:00

The domesticated canine is in disguise,
disguise comes in three flavors now.
The vanilla belly stands out and reminds the rest of the crowd that
the silent killer of today left his weapon at home.

He and she, they are of different kinds. They sleep together apart, they never share a powdered sugar tart.
But tart it is, bitter the taste, tasting the trial, the trial of taste.
Selective taste gave me you, picky taste gave me pickles
This selection was successful, but with success comes the tart costume party to tug at your right wing.

I need a large coffee, the wind on the balcony was only almost enough,
to enjoy stillness for a miniature second.

I want to throw chalk on you

2010-10-20T16:57:00.002-04:00

Text is meant to be read.
In your head.

Gold alien

2010-10-20T13:16:00.003-04:00

I neveralways chose for myself,
we alwaysnever decided for each other
It made me want to write in ink,
of colorful eggs and particular atoms
in colors that only I've seen

Italien

2010-10-19T12:17:00.001-04:00

För att när någon pratar Italienska
så låter det som att lyckan studsar upp och ner i en metallask med små italienska lakritskarameller.

Rock candy on the beach

2010-10-18T12:55:00.002-04:00

Palm trees are better when they have something attached
I only like palm trees when you are
climbing them
attached to them
In dreams shortly, disrupted by fighting blankets
in minds hastily, interrupted by flying failure
palm trees down roads
streets
boulevards maybe

Maybe we'll live close to summer for many months in excess
maybe the palm trees will never hurt me

Munches on

2010-09-22T22:07:00.002-04:00

It is not funny.

I am laughing.

I know you might mistake it for joy,

that all of my tart tummy is strawberrily carbonated,

and everything is on my side.

Everything

2010-09-15T17:40:00.001-04:00

Nothing

Well well

2010-09-14T14:27:00.000-04:00

"Vitamins"

2010-09-13T23:54:00.003-04:00

Pumpkin the orange cat ball is next to me
the fan is panning my eyes red white striped like the sheets
I love it
your hair shines blue
the deep circles are disappearing
we eat caramel and live in
candy land,
our version I am going to illustrate.

Bubble gum went out to dine

2010-09-12T21:38:00.002-04:00

Many tin cans of peppermint-free natural puzzling minds

2010-09-12T00:52:00.004-04:00

There were several stages

One painful, one nauseating, one tricky, two transforming, one soft, one quiet. Silent and safe.

They were all different scoops of gelato in one mystery cone.

We were waiting for each other. We considered the possibility of you waking up in the middle of the night in 1990.

I want to dream tonight, but you fell asleep before me.

And so I must wait for these tempting thoughts to condensate the window glass,

splitting the view for morning to materialize earlier,

to have a lit up sunup, where winds cover suns that still glare because

nature wants to be pretty on those days.

More to want (and to feed seeds in need)

2010-09-11T15:21:00.005-04:00

Frosty edamame and

everybody's hands are perforating the air conditioning, and what is supposed to offer our lungs less stifling time.

We are destructive in our minds and constructive in our dreams.

The water before us is separating with the commands of the wind.

There are no major powers in our responsibilities. We have decided to watch the lights turn from white to rainbow.

One says he found an answer and

one says he let his go

by accident or for wanting scars.

Scars that I don't physically supervise.

There's another one present, and he cares for green glass.

I for glitter.

Here comes decor for the rest of your remaining mindful times.

And more dusty electronics for you to obtain.

The music said we had minds, that fly, that strain, of somebody else,

minds that are critical in every moment.

The dust is for you to dream about when I am negatively charging.

Going minus in degrees of both Fahrenheit and Celsius,

supporting the metric system,

and showing conversions from time, to space, to longitude.

But we agreed to disagree and disagreed to agree,

worried a little more,

worried a little less, and

fell asleep to wake up to a view

that turned out to have the most sacred of silences known to these thousands of feathers

under which I am forever covered at night.

Tellers and showers

2010-09-10T14:54:00.004-04:00

Heavy donations of anxiety from this

computer of mine

I think I'll tuck you in, all the sheets surrounding you and your

pale, pale, pale steel color

which will later be reunited with ghosts.

Flavorful recordings

2010-09-07T00:29:00.004-04:00

Get wet, but not Willy

Get Willy, but not Wonka

Get Wonka, but not candy..

Have whatever you want, like and love and make sure

to mix

saltines

in the new blender

and spread the Pez all over your pizza pie

Graphics for natives

2010-09-06T22:04:00.001-04:00

Start the night by drooling and you will wake up

confused

and in a molecular haze of berries

(growing on trees)

and not bushes.

Belief in terror or belief in tea

2010-09-05T03:53:00.004-04:00

Two faces or one,

eight hands made of bricks or stone or graphite,

three ears of clay and/or

fifteen colorless instances per day and

rejecting neglecting not accepting conflict plus action

Whatever number digit imprinted on you,

and then you on him..

I can only live with you and in current motion.

We must not speak of angles and degrees, for you say your math skills falter,

but mine still remain.

protractor of a shade closer to banana

than cellophane glycerin or any other fake opaque mystery lotion.

For us I would

2010-09-04T20:45:00.002-04:00

Take roller coasters of light and then relieve/receive an eloquent explanation.

A cacophony of blended beverages of air

2010-09-04T02:12:00.003-04:00

I want to learn how to deserve you

I already forgot that I had learned how to sing for the king.

The workspace is swinging, I will be ringing,

you in a second.

Reject your lace improve your face

2010-09-02T15:23:00.003-04:00

You know me now, I documented frills and framed them in the mirror.

Time cooperates, though you want it to take you out for a blended destroyed coffee.

Basic branding

2010-08-30T13:38:00.001-04:00

At the edge of nightmares and fairytales,

I fell asleep after giving in to

the self-contained mind.

2010-08-28T23:06:00.000-04:00

This is your soppy soup, but we didn't make soup

Easy actions

2010-08-28T11:34:00.003-04:00

Actions that are easy.

Support troops

2010-08-27T18:18:00.000-04:00

Inside outside take out remove my heart

2010-08-25T02:57:00.000-04:00

I love him!

2010-08-20T22:16:00.003-04:00

And then l lost

And then I won

All that you want you will eventually own

2010-08-20T11:18:00.002-04:00

But peanuts and jelly were never enough for flavors to combine

for the better, for the gross, que nojo, for longer than the instant midnight sandwich.

Repeat

2010-08-19T01:31:00.002-04:00

Sleep too much!

The mix was a perfect blend of forgotten cookies of my childhood.

Not purchased, but received and forgotten about, put in a mosquito-proof prop.

What a waste.

What a value now, that the back of your pocket radiantly scented better.

How kind and lovely when it reminds me appropriately now.

Other vocals

2010-08-17T00:13:00.000-04:00

Destination known

2010-08-16T21:00:00.003-04:00

There is no me and you and me without you.

From now on, I am only together.

Even together alone.

I am growing a bonsai for us soon.

Amongst the new thorns.

We will smile in conquest

A piece and a pie

2010-08-15T21:40:00.000-04:00

2010-08-13T15:54:00.002-04:00

Dricker paroncider som smakar filmjolk

Stars are bursting and jingles are overheard

as they do all they can to show their existence.

Running palette

2010-08-12T15:50:00.001-04:00

Last night's caramel popcorn plans make even better sense in this new lighting.

See-through multiplication

2010-08-11T16:35:00.003-04:00

"Swedish fish" taste like cardamom, and now I am chewing sandwich-gum.

Awaiting fog, smog, dust and lust

2010-08-10T16:46:00.001-04:00

Third and fourth intentions

2010-08-09T12:24:00.003-04:00

Do we have strategical similarities, you and I?

Him and I, the doll and the Polly Pocket?

Is it all doubtable?

Yes. But stop choosing the rejected few.

They became leftovers for certified rumbling rolling rough, reasons from the lemon rind.

You are specifically here for him..and her.

Not for third and fourth intentions.

Att Promenera

2010-08-08T23:00:00.002-04:00

Fylld choklad pa ett varuhus

i grannlandet.

Egentligen inte alls dar,

men ibland kolliderar visionerna.

Det var adresserat till samma stad.

Har undrade alla varför chokladfontanen i fonstret aldrig dracks upp.

Jag saknar dig, hemland.

For det far du vara lite ibland.

Props

2010-08-08T22:42:00.004-04:00

Not yet

have I sliced apples into bowls

spun in the mornings

and seen hovering beds

Spent it all with the kitty

and in the sunshine

combined with this.

but I would.

[Surely I would.]

Tiny lungs in vessels laying thick

2010-08-07T14:05:00.003-04:00

My heart is weak,

you,

left me,

one hour and thirty minutes ago

It vibrates hummingbirdingly peacefully frantically

expanding in the hours

where the metal lights split us in two.

Mint is back, mint is forth

2010-08-07T11:07:00.002-04:00

But baby..

your neck smells like candy.

It is not of candy essence. Perhaps it has a raspberry and a sun ray poaching in the egg water.

Not yet boiling bubbles, but he's waiting at the stove.

It is at the pinnacle of the spine, resting.

Clean and deep and different in the corners,

they are always differentiating from the rest, the crevices of the subdued angles,

and the dolls of his spine hopping into each other.

But now they are resting.

It is a barely touched place on his body.

Under layers of frost and boards of birch,

and in the beckoning scents of the hallways between the shower and the bedroom.

You have captured me forever.

I am now yours in almost every way.

To shine and shower without light

2010-08-05T16:42:00.002-04:00

No greed agreed

2010-08-05T09:41:00.001-04:00

Brows arched are never accurately atomized

2010-08-04T15:16:00.003-04:00

I worry.

And that's why I like you, because you don't let me do that anymore.

Maybe I just don't let you let me.

But now I'm worried.

And I hope you help me stop.

New languages

2010-08-02T17:26:00.008-04:00

She says it's not crazy, and tries to put my head in perspective.

I masticate mildly.

Baby makes my eyebrows arch

My eyes are wide and saying

"When the world loses color, how can I stay true to sepia?"

You don't have to be, you live outside that dome.

When filters and channels and levels of righteous concern,

hold you closely to walls,

you no longer hold allegiance to the plan.

all you will be true to now is me.

I have you quite possessed.

Jungles in my heart

2010-08-02T13:55:00.004-04:00

My hair is thinner

Curly in some places, ironed to shoulders.

My best friend is next to me, she is eating yellow pasta.

I am chewing my teeth.

For a week, existence has been renewed.

He makes me feel a world of four colors.

Red, yellow, black, and white.

The wrong shades correct.

Mostly he makes me feel like everything is one.

Everything collided.

Writing is pointless when all I want is to feel.

When I am solid exclusively in life

life is all I want to know.

Hearts getting paid

2010-07-27T22:38:00.002-04:00

incense. rasta..

really loud base. sneaky noise and mystery voodoo...

wind on the 36th floor

lights of numbers in different colors

I am mesmerized by a bubble capturing that took place

and just keeps getting stronger.

and I think I can believe now

2010-07-27T13:04:00.006-04:00

I knew that all I could have to say would have to come today

but I can't tell any of it yet.

I'm just learning the language

of the truest feeling

Ghosts alive

2010-07-26T16:38:00.000-04:00

2010-07-26T11:13:00.001-04:00

THIS IS REAL

...

Artificial colors

2010-07-25T15:16:00.003-04:00

I wanna

Driver

2010-07-24T14:02:00.004-04:00

I knew him years ago already,

when I was five.

but we met last month primarily

It had been some time and we had searched for gold

I wanted some bronze.

Yesterday I felt little nausea

Mostly recognizing flying creatures and colors I had wished for

again

and again

in impossibility

I WANT EVERYTHING

He looked up as many times as he looked to the side.

I wondered what would happen the following week.

And I continued writing the novel.

The middle of the backseat

2010-07-23T00:06:00.006-04:00

I want it on the wall of my new Parisian apartment.

the picture of us that someone else drew

small in a fragile glass frame, but not really fragile.

An IKEA picture frame with glass and chlorine green sides, always jagged edges

oh Europe...

I predict the weatherman will be jolly

2010-07-22T02:20:00.002-04:00

I don't want to stop believing in signs, but my imaginer suggests I should.

He says you show up in a rental car with poorly packaged flowers, not roses because you already know I despise those.

Not roses, because I am not like everybody else.

They are yellow, almost orange, but clearly genetically modified.

Most of the time I want to leave, destroy.

The hair is wrong, the sky is wrong, the boulders are wrong.

It is too hot and there are bugs flying the wrong way through the air.

As if they were sick from tropical disease

As if they knew I was doubting

Every single thing

Precisely before it occurs.

Everything trembles

2010-07-21T22:54:00.004-04:00

Everyone will get their future share

Staying up late testing myself

2010-07-17T02:43:00.004-04:00

When I expose my eye globules and wait for tears to run really quickly

The nightstand and I have joined forces

to ensure the gurgling will continue.

The cat is talking

perhaps complaining, or warning,

and hopefully not crying

I am silent and occasionally I stare

and green eyes remain the only gaze available

Soundtracks of thoughts shared with only one other living organism

2010-07-17T01:04:00.005-04:00

The air conditioner is loud.

Not as loud as at his place, but louder than pleasant average noisemaking.

I am in a spiral.

I am stuck and I’m not fighting.

I might be needing.

Around me the world moves,

I only move my fingers.

The windows here are dark brown and thin,

There is a green bug outside that wants to get in.

Maybe it qualifies as a fly, but the green color defines the bugginess.

Two of my bikinis are hanging on the lamp shade,

They have created destroying wet outlines on the material.

My skin is terrible and erupting.

Other parts are equally critical.

I need something like a mosquito-stick

Something to stop the itching

But mostly just for placebo and sanity

The two best and worst things simultaneously.

Dalmatian fruits

2010-07-16T20:11:00.002-04:00

Arguments

2010-07-12T15:01:00.002-04:00

People say..

ex-girlfriend

ex-wife

ex...

we never say ex-grandfather..

Is it because we all believe the dead never really disappear?

Quotes that usually serve as proper perfect enemies

2010-07-12T13:01:00.005-04:00

"The first day is the easiest, because the day before, there was hope. The second day is the worst, because the terror had already occurred the morning before."

This is not the exact quote, but I predict quite accurately.

And the worst is yet to come if I welcome it.

So I will only welcome goodness, greatness, love, life, and happiness.

Waking up four feet above the floor

2010-07-11T14:38:00.005-04:00

Yesterday

we spoke of words

sentences

and some actions.

We decided behavior is optional and you can be a monster if you like.

And then I live quite happily for a while.

A leaking eye and a leaking mind

2010-07-10T14:27:00.003-04:00

Our nights tend to end the same nowadays,

my heavy nightstand holds the empty glasses that once contained almond milk

There are fruit pits still attached to their last pieces of life

We fight and argue and leave each others rooms

and the cat creature who wants to be a panther shudders against a corner.

and we wake up with better knowledge.

At least I, for the night leads to my rejuvenation once again.

Luck in pieces

2010-07-06T20:14:00.003-04:00

The trick is to find the space-free little spaces,

with he best panorama view.

Today, I found three!

Learning

2010-07-04T01:55:00.003-04:00

All the time I watched

my dear friends

open up to me

the ones with the hardest shells

the thinnest wrists

the driest peels,

split in veins of survival and conquest,

everything based on death.

then everything was based on life.

and then everything was based on death again.

We had three variables in every science project, and the one kept constant was never time.

I hate sleeping when I feel loss of time.

Then sometimes I love hating opposites,

and I give in for days.

Fourteen hours, seventeen.

Waking up to the spotlight TV flashing

to remind me I'm very much alive.

I just have to want to feel it.

And apparently most times I don't.

Today I felt love like I only feel randomly.

On my detested birthdays. On sofas or chairs where my legs are tangled angled upwards downwards against walls pillows and rails

glass tables or metal edges.

One day I will write an almost endless account of all that happened

in each and every category.

I have not yet decided whose interest to put most into account.

2010-06-21T13:45:00.001-04:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mi82KL-qxuQ&feature=autofb

Of flour and crops and harvest and real estate

2010-06-14T01:46:00.001-04:00

I would like some breakfast with you

2010-06-13T23:01:00.002-04:00

it seems as if it is either

extremely real

extremely fake

minty is angry with me

2010-06-05T10:10:00.002-04:00

Maybe if I told the truth more often.

Maybe if truth was true and not made up.

"You have all the reasons to believe!", he yelled frantically.

"I wish you were intelligent", I said.

But only to myself, and only to the ants on the ground

and the cat on the balcony.

And I moved on by standing still,

always and everywhere looking for reason behind treason.

An explanation is always fake,

and we have nothing true.

But if you search for guidance, here it is.

You have it..

You then me, me then you.

2010-06-04T13:54:00.002-04:00

As she approached the new eyes in the box of dinosaurs and the representation of old life, recognition came to the patterns. They represent more than touch and sight. They showed the perception of life that has died, and come back in 3D deja-vu.

Anxiety time for anxious people

2010-06-03T15:30:00.002-04:00

Monday holiday comes bearing gifts, like cats and creatures and slow alarms, in slow life

2010-05-31T10:06:00.002-04:00

I wish I was in love.

This music would mean more if I was.

This panic building up with my espresso crema would be more painful.

I would go walking for the search and the pity

I would find pear seeds and everything would be a symbol

because I thought I was in love.

and then I would wake,

bake, or

shake, of freedom

freedom I never wished for in this box.

far away from humanity

2010-05-28T19:03:00.001-04:00

half the time we take,

we spend trying to adjust to the dedication.

"you worked all night on this?"

my hand is shaking.

2010-05-26T15:22:00.001-04:00

I think I'll stay

Sticky Tattoos

2010-05-16T15:53:00.003-04:00

To Want

To Have And To Hold

2010-05-07T13:51:00.002-04:00

they say

if he flirts with my girlfriend

he is not interested.

his intentions are few

he is alone, in hopes of finally liking it.

he tries to speak right, but fails and wants to forget.

he is like me.

Split popsicle

2010-05-07T11:47:00.000-04:00

We created this weekend..of joy, until it ended

2010-05-07T11:24:00.002-04:00

I love life more than failure

world the in best the of best

2010-05-01T13:34:00.001-04:00

2010-04-25T11:09:00.001-04:00

NONONONO no mistakes here:)

att plastbollar alltid maste klistras ihop av tva eller fler bitar

2010-04-23T18:21:00.002-04:00

hon sa att det var halsosamt

att de andra var det fel pa

nu sitter tva exempel framfor mig

det ar kul for det ar som vi inte finns alls

ingen existerar och vi ar

upptagna fullt upp har vi

fast det ar saklart inte sant.

jag onskar jag satt pa andra sidan som en annan, det hade varit mer spannande

precis som nar det fanns parlor i plastluckor och

folket aldrig slutade komma forbi oss

de sag och observerade

antagligen med allt annat an besvikelse

det betyder inte mycket nu for det ar en helt annan vecka

samma dag tror jag det var

jag sag lotta pa brakmakargatan och tyckte det var fint med pannkakor i korg

tyckte inte speciellt mycket om mjukisdjuret

eller den klanningen jag ville fatt pa fodelsedagen

fast i en alldeles annorlunda version.

hon bodde temporart i ett trad och fick serverat lite av det hon onskat

lite av overraskning saklart,

av allt som hant senaste halvaret ar det vissa saker som ar viktiga

nummer ett var herr halvjapan och hans film pa levande golv

nummer tva ar nog inte i ordning men det var musiken som dok upp

och jag insag nog att jag inte ar ensam i det jag delat bara med mig sjalv

det kom en annan version och

nya ansikten till harmonin

flera stycken, viktiga for de skapar levnaden dar

nummer tre var nog nar jag insag vad jag vetat hela mitt liv

levande ska forbli levande och dott ska fa ruttna, forintas och forsvinna sa som dinosaurierna sags har gjort.

om de fanns sa ar det vad som skall handa framover.

om det inte skett sa var det att daligt exempel inte laddat med mycket mer an plastkulor,

tomma pa insidan och med en liten tunn cirkel i mitten,

for runda saker skapas av klister i all sjalvklar information

en losning till allt som morrat

2010-04-23T17:52:00.002-04:00

du ar proffs, men inte alls

du ser pa allt som ar fint och det gor jag med

annars skulle jag inte talat med dig alls

det finns inte manga genast-aledningar till varfor jag talar om dig

skriver om dig, lyssnar pa det som andats dig

att jag ser alls ar ett stort fragetecken, utropstecken, komma, ingen punkt till alla okompletta meningar

jag ar ett stort forvirrelsemoln

som insett att jag har enorm makt i levnad

jag kan gora precis vad jag har lust till

kanske inte for all tid

jag kan sitta pa ett plan och aka ifran

alla kontrakt jag skrivit pa

jag kan sitta kvar och se pa de som inte har makten

jag kna sta upp och leta efter de som har den lika mycket

jag kan skratta och tycka att humor ar viktigast, precis som du

eller att allt ar seriost och en stor tavling

som jag inte kvalificierats for

jag har saklart alltid ratt

och allt ar subjektivt

kanske

min teori

ar att allt, precis allt har kommit hit av EN anledning

du satte dig har men detta ar min plats

vi har delat den manga ganger men jag tycker ingen har ratt eller fel

se min forvirrelse medan den varar idag

den flyger ivag imorgon bitti eller nasta vecka

ikvall eller

av kattens tassar som rivit min harbotten

sanden ligger nog kvar tva dagar till

lite i harbotten och lite i oron

mellan tar forsvinner forst

sist ar nog det som ar gjort av choklad och pals

som velat leva men inte fatt

det som ar kvar i dalig energi

det ar sjalvklart

alldeles latt

inget ar komplicerat

inget ar fel

men jag maste valja for att fa vara kvar

for mig sjalv, at ingen annan

ingenting ar pa riktigt och ingenting ar pa latsas

2010-04-23T17:32:00.002-04:00

det ar nyheter,

att jag sokt efter mittenlagom av elegans och

kanske en jordhippie

men jag vet inte meningen av ordet hippie och det skapar storningar nar jag namner ordet tva ganger pa raken

det kommer fler meningslosa fragor fran alla hall och kanter

vi undrar bara varfor om vi skyller ifran

jag kande inte att det passade sig

det ar tydligen inte bara vi som ritar dumma cirklar i blatt black pa fult papper

det finns flera runtomkring som inte vetat vad det betydde iforrgar

tusen tusen nalar

jag brande mig dar jag inte trodde jag skulle

men sjalvklart vann nagot annat over mig for jag

har inte varit stark nog.

jag gick in pa noa noa och sokte inte egentligen,

jag vill spendera det som fanns

gor slut pa allt jag bara gjort slut pa darinnan

det hade stort mig att jag alltid lyckats hitta just den solkram

som inte luktade kokos, citrus, eller karamell

jag hittade den som luktade konstgjord morot

konstgjord ansiktskram

det fanns nagra som gomde sig i rutigt papper

jag letade inte direkt efter dem men

de dyker alltid upp.

jag satt pa baten och ville inte lamna land

fast att jag redan satt pa vatten

jag ville inte komma i land pa danskt heller

jag ville inte skifta mellan svenskt och danskt

eller nagonsin kopa gift i papper dar

endast en gang kopte jag

det som skulle gora andra glada

de flesa av dem kommer jag inte se igen

om jag sjalv far tycka nagonting alls

det far jag forstas.

andra kan jag se for framtiden ser jag inte

den ar alldeles alldeles beroende av mig

jag har val och inga hajar om jag vill slippa

men jag vet ju aldrig om jag vill slippa eller undersoka

det har jag inte behovt betyda flera ganger

kan du tyda teckensprak eller titta pa ugglor med mig

titta i gamla som nya bocker som

alla handlar om samma arter

nu har de fatt addera de som forsvinner

och de som tydligen behover hjalp

de med fjadrar och de som tapper dem

de som blir uppatna av arga ormar

som fatt for mycket schampo pa svansen

det kan vi inte gora nagonting at sa du

ni har aldrig skrattat bara sett pa nar jag letat efter nya

fler

och andra

valar hajar inte delfiner men tjocka potatisfiskar

ocksa smala knivar som star stilla i vatten

kallt vatten som inte far fiskas i

ni hade inte mycket till val

de hade inte mycket till val

det finns alltid valar i havet kanske inte hajar

kanske skrams de ivag mycket lattare an ni tror

ocksa har de valar i sina fiskbubblor av glas eller inte av glas,

kanske bara bubblor av material som aldrig kommer att ga sonder

inte vet jag mycket om kanske

kanske ar pahittat precis som du och jag

ingenting ar pa riktigt och ingenting ar pa latsas