now.

for a.s.
then, when it happened, 2009

how you'll find me anywhere

4.55% i need another world
4.55% leatherchapsbln
2.27% i need another world, this ones nearly gone
2.27% man tänker sitt
2.27% i need another world this one is nearly gone
2.27% mueck and baudrillard
1.14% i went to the house but did not enter analysis
1.14% exciting facts
1.14% wow sunglasses
1.14% i need another place another world this one is nearly gone
1.14% i need another place
1.14% when i was a child / i bred a whore in my heart
1.14% metzitza-bapey
1.14% bukkake sunglasses
1.14% i bred a whore in my heart
1.14% beta test what a difference a day makes
1.14% i need another world... this one’s nearly gone
1.14% i need another world,this ones nearly gone
1.14% i need another place this one is nearly gone
1.14% i need another world this one gone
1.14% i need another world, this one's nearly gone
1.14% i was a child i was a child lyrics
1.14% i need another world this one
1.14% i need another world this one's nearly gone
1.14% metzitza bapey
1.14% will there be peace i need another world this one's nearly gone still have to many dreams
1.14% the-madness-of-the-day blanchot i am not learned
1.14% i am again at the bottom of an unstoppable wheel, and when i feel my eyes close for death, as they have and will a thousand times, i awake
1.14% don't punish me for wanting your love inside me
1.14% read real death threats
1.14% facts and figures about ghosts

so, a quick personality check-up: heading for facts and figures about ghosts - me. real real death threats, too and while you're at it - need another world, and i'll be there as well, wearing my sunglasses in a bukkake session with leatherchapsbln and baudrillard and mueck, who might just be enjoying a little metziza bapey with mueck asking baudrillard to not punish him for wanting his love inside him. in a corner of the room there will also be a red haired kid moving through the woods in his mind to choir singing about the madness of the day and secretly thinking that he was a child but that his childhood was taken away or it thinks: i am again at the bottom of an unstoppable wheel, and when i feel my eyes close for death, as they have and will a thousand times, i awake.
yes, but in fact, you did not really look for me and then if you did - you went to the house but did not enter - how very anarchist of you!



i keep forgetting the whore in the heart ...

so, the hours are floating ...

philip glass reverberating through my flat. also, i think of lady & bird and that naturally makes me sad and not as serene as the one of too many facebook quizzes i recently took tries to tell me.

i'm wasting the hours floating in my bed
and placing sunflowers over my head
you're facing the doorway waiting for a sign
to stop me in some way from crossing the line



yesterday i watched a sad movie.



and then i realized, much later, how i lack reaction.

so, the hours are floating ...

somehow

when what
i say
is
only
that what makes the least sense
then
what
oh the great
what i say
and say is
the least
and
also
i tend to say
things
that seem to be
oh the great
seem to be
oh the great
seem to be
great
but
yes
it makes no difference
and i did not
mute
myself
but
later
oh the great

and then
shattered

on
and
on

goes oh the great

and then there is water left
with salt
and it only leaves my eyes

for you.