new level

new level

lördag 12 mars 2016

found poem

The most beautiful moment in life was when you came and everything was forbidden and everything that we were doing that moment, I want to make about for it echoes in my head ' and the blood that I thought was still there you got to run, the reported voice that I utilized so badly did you disappear O I went to sleep that night, thinking that everything was part a love story but the show 'the next day that I had done wrong When I gave you a halo And the moment that I felt that close was only alvedon and judgment heavenly legs that I wanted to devour them went where from Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice And you fall asleep 'that night so awake and dreaming about everything as we have done O if someone wants to give you warmth when everything feels cold, o if anyone touching And I could have done anything to hear that idea but myself, I lay quietly in my bed and then saved by the dangerous precipice - I kind of fell over the edge Then came the angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice And the most heinous moment in life was when you went and all was lost O where I sat with my green-brown eyes and saw the blue-eyed gaze all I had enlarged For then came the angels and take me to her and give me a chance for I believe that soon burns a heart for her elsewhere Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold Here I sit and bathe the wound with salt it goes to hell with everything But the most beautiful moment in life was when you came ...

söndag 6 december 2015

found short prose

I got fired from my first job for going to see the movie Purple Rain instead of going to work. To this day, I still love this song and remember every event of that night as a 17 year old male who rather see a movie with his girlfriend than go to work at a pizza place. I LOVE THIS SONG.

måndag 5 oktober 2015

your saliva was the most beautiful thing I've seen



sweet and funny conspiracies:

why do you have an ice bucket on your head
who put you there
it's not your earrings

you are singing and I wonder why
you scream that it’s the day of the heroes
today


when the body is warm as the finger
one has watery eyes




I remember that I was laying for several hours enjoying what a nice angle it must have looked like, and it's obviously not someone else looking at that angle. It's not even me.




repeat: hello again
shaking glitter from
eyes




as suggestive confetti garlands small flags flakes of paint on worn nails inserted in the neck three kinds of juice too strong nearly as concentrate musical chairs with adult participants blow out all the candles paradigm kill participants

a critically acclaimed suction in the skull as a roar PERHAPS















Living the monologue credible and liberating in the sofa and messy but I




I have answered all your questions.


To constant praise a good thing

you could not keep the ocean in your mouth

your saliva was the most beautiful thing I've seen

should I blow?

I love when your motor skills fails

when you are unable to swallow the sun



spilling milk on the table

that surface

One would like to sit by this window with closed eyes and dream of looking out

we are here on the floor and we pretend that it rains

are we making it?

yes



you should run in the rain

you should ruin the rain

with your body

with imaginary wars and faces

with colour and cakes

blazing

(so many faces)

run jerkily towards the monuments

practice contradiction

it’s the same concept as the “imaginary friend”
but it’s a war


The entire skeleton should sing.

the toothbrush foam ran down, ran down, ran down

from your lips

overflowed the corners of the mouth

it was equal to slow

I know why

equal to cracked

it was the worlds, through history, slowest event


You brought the toothbrush back and forth back and forth as if you sharpened
Something

I always laugh a little too late and it's not that I do not understand jokes or anything like that no, it's a deliberate strategy or plan or what to say to make people around me those who are joking a bit worried they who engage with jokes



in the summer you die in front of the outdoor furniture

you get the opportunity to do so multiple times

become calmer

I love Stockholm City

It’s like Venice but newly constructed

I love that they tore down the old quarters

it's the best thing I know


I'll will start saying take care of your own

Remember when everyone wanted a laser pen and a fight dog, but not necessarily in that order? Yes no maybe.


I dreamed that I was on C's mother's funeral, but it was more like a talent show

I heard one say it would be cool to go to Hawaii but it can be done another time




list of conversation topics (in no particular order):

– what particular order means and has meant (as a concept) to "our part of the world"
– what is a list

I have answered all your questions by now (yes), and I hope you are not frightened by my charisma. I was simply in that room and sold out my lyrics. How should I write the whole waterfall. If there is a window sill. If there is soil from a cracked pot, four batteries, a glass with flowers, leaves that wilted, a plastic bag from the grocery store, a foil package for intermediates (this is the “weak cardio guess”). If there is a white element in front, below. If there is a roll of tape, a glass bottle with dirt, yellow sponges, some bubble wrap, a calculator. How should I describe the surface. The grey bursting up. The neckline of a white T-shirt thrown on the ground. Four black boots seen from above. The way you talk on the phone makes your back a hump. All the broken leaf is like pinned on the fence. If there is more fabric, and we are flying very low. If it’s very green and brushy.

One day we only communicate with key words.
Teach us fill the gaps.
Teach us imagination.

It's unbelievable and study techniques

I want to dub the movies (all of them) and do it really bad. Throw stones in glasshouses.

believe it’s an original funny face.



The most beautiful word that is also an activity is beachcombing. Today it’s on the schedule. Chance then. To operate in the wind which is a perfect classic. We find plastic glasses glistening cloudy

tangerine peel, cigarette butts. An absolutely fantastic shell to a phone.



Spontaneous associations to faces:

I had a sore on the mouth, and yes it was a cold sore

I cut myself in the finger


It’s a snow angel filled with blood and cortisone and chemotherapy and french fries and custard and vomit and almond eggs (which you had pressed in your mouth when you ran out to pee during the commercial break that summer day in the countryside and you jumped on the fly at the low trampoline and fell forward and tore your breast on a stone) and slush and semen and lip balm and


söndag 21 juni 2015

proposal


A novel called " We really are a bunch of " AND THAT 'S ABOUT ALL

An incubator called "the Louvre" and that's about the CHILDREN'S ROLE IN THE ART, THE NEXT THING IS REALLY to laugh at and photograph THE LAUGHING AT-crowd and shoot anyone who just shoot MONA LISA AND THEMSELVES IN FRONT of her

Mona-Lisa was really nice; AS WELL AS ORACULAR THE BEATLES     NOW we lift EVERYONE! Eat up your words and salivate! It's like a single long MOOD! Just like that without action (WAS REALLY CRITICISM)! Pelt me with EMPTY THREATS AND TALES!
We must be long-term