A bad joke without lines Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties A stale and ugly kiss Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh ... Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten There is no dark pride in loneliness Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? ...Watch those memories Or drop dead
Thursday, October 25, 2012
There’s nobody around me for a long time, it’s GhostVille for I don’t know how long, didn’t notice it before. I’m gonna do this. I can’t fix a date, 'cause that would be hilarious. Otherwise, it’ll be just me, in a disgusting new skin, wrinkled around the mouth; I see no “benefits” and hidden joys in being like that. I know it’s just a new interface; it’s just that I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it.
Like: ME talking to other heads. ME developing affection that lasts for 2 weeks, tops. ME melting while a 30-something-guy’s telling me, after he’s had a few drinks, that he’s depressed and will spend New Year’s Eve alone – I can’t help feeling sorry for him, even though I know my compassion is useless.
I know what it will be like: just another mess, “however old and wise”:
polaroid strip stories that didn’t help me in any way,
blackish water in which I can’t distinguish anything
wasted biological information - “the Earth revolves around its axis”.
Tunes from a radio that I hear sometimes louder and high-pitched,
sometimes mumbling as if from under water.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
de ce toata lumea
pt ca in engleza (sv) poti sa zici like de multe ori, poti sa zici fucking fuck de multe ori, poti sa spui eat this bitch sau bitch pleeease
Poti sa: "În loc să declișeizeze și să detabuizeze lirica erotică, execuția post-coitum sau extracția dentară executată la căpătâiul iubitului consfințesc doar o nouă șablonizare, într-adevăr pe urmele unor modele de dată foarte recentă."
Saturday, October 13, 2012
black lanterns
we are all only temporary curators of our present bodies, which will all decay, sooner or later. In a hundred years or so ALL the humans currently alive will have died. I take great comfort in knowing, with certainty, that thing that makes us special, able to enrich our own lives and those of others, will not cease when our bodies do..
Peter Christopherson
Peter Christopherson
Sunday, September 30, 2012
purple light generator
in the house, there are several items that remind me of the coordinates related to U. There is a common, wooden butter knife, a little note saying 1 älskar 2 and kärlek, a pack of Asian coffee with chocolate flavor, a blue vase, a red and a cream bowl, a book with white covers, one with black covers, blue Aco body lotion for sensitive skin, Barnängen liquid soap for sensitive skin, there are things that i bought to remind me of U. There are some chocolate balls in the fridge, an instant sauce and some elder syrup.
and the boat with musicians and singing families sliding under that bridge we were standing on, grinning at each other and wondering if they were sane
By walking our point of focus through these objects, and coming up with a visual description for each, we force our mind’s eye to come up with at least ten different views.
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