SOMEKINDOFWONDERFUL

i want to drink you, as if you were a cool sangria on a hot summer`s day. i want to spit you out and then begin from scratch again. i would like to to eat you up, then compose a delicious feeling inside my body- from your leftovers. i don`t wan`t to kill you, no that is not my purpose at all. u just gotta know that this is something new and different for me. didn`t even see that one coming. my mind`s eye had crossed this border only in different dreams. now it is real, this happened quite fast.

vikerkaar hakkab välku lööma- r.j.l

HOROSCOPE

todays mornin
todays horoscope
i keep on seeing things in black and white
misunderstandings in nonsensical odds and ends

POLYESTER

this action takes place every night. she grabs the polyester throws it on her naked body, in the beginning the material is quite cold but it is only a matter of time when it will warm up. the feeling is so smooth, the material is so fragile, it brings out all the lost memories. she remembers

NEVER

“If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.”

- Sylvia Plath

21

ROSKILDE here we come


21

DUST

today`s dreams were sliced in two. in a way it made me realize that you can not depend upon people who are situated in a box marked with anonymous. a box that may seem to be covered with the dust of heaven, but is it really as firm as it seems? in the end the choise is ours, we either follow our intuitsion or put our cards on the table hoping for the dust to be real

BODY

his armlet made out of black leather gives out a smell of smoke
it has the tendency of catching my attention even when my attention is captured
the smell of smoke is taking over my nose and my lungs, finally making it`s way out of my body

SPIT

because today i saw a man standing beside his blueish ride, polishing and washing it with his spit, he was so eager to get it cleaned so he just went for the easy way out. well well said liis

i am as tired as the spit in his mouth which is being abused for some new shiny windows, i even bet those windows stink after the washing is over.

UNTITLED

Hopelessly adrift
In the eyes of the ghost again
Down on my knees
And my hands in the air again
Pushing my face in the memory of
And now the time has gone
Another time undone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY&feature=related

NEVER

the things that we really are aware of and what we rely upon... they don`t practically exist in this world. people try to hang on to those people who have the ability of making others feel better, covering them with loads of information. this information is derived from a dampish organ called the brain. an organ with such power. an organ that can make even your own thoughts look like nonsense.never be foolen by these momentary feelings, you are on the right track

SHIT

i guess this will not work out
feelings are behind a carpet made of dust and everybody is so competing
what a huge load of shit

SWEAR

BACTERIA

the deal with: speaking what`s on your mind is kind of a risky business,because when you are in a unpleasant situatsion, your tongue begins to pronounce the wrong words. so there you are, speaking with somebody, having no clue of what shape your tongue is going to turn into in the following seconds.
id love to say something that will come out the right way, but most of the time the things that are slipping over my lips are just out of place. i wonder, if i used a smaller amount of oxygen while breathing, will it help the right words appear on my tongue more easily then usually? will the words build a castle made out of bacteria while waiting.. ?