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Wednesday 28 April 2010

for the generous

our generation is a little cloudy, a little shapeless. shaped by hidden forces. a lack of complex carbohydrates sucks in the flesh and cries out. in a few days it will be gone, a harsh land. political despair, moving cities in dreams. bollywood music permeates, rocks absorbing water. mouse afternoon, mood lowering as it begins to pour.

Saturday 24 April 2010

brings me back

totally flawed and back again. kneaded, pressed, hung out to dry. all in one, the foggy horizon beckons the afternoon storm. the clouds can keep turning in front of us, I am impressed. fruits everywhere, in their natural places unsteady, ready for export. im ready for my afternoon drink, placing soul in front of solar power. swinging around shouting loud, getting heads to turn. totally floored, all over. teeth smashed, blood everywhere. get the medics, fix me up.

Friday 23 April 2010

just say it


self indulgent load, full and skimming. prickles and pies. lets talk again later?message for free, dollar here. birds nests hanging, just ripped away.

Saturday 17 April 2010

come back

metabolic speed, natural seed means the end of hidden sightings. skin slithers and melts, reptilian evils. muscle pull me, they are gone, and back again. to be en plein air. to feel the water all over and move within it, missing mornings, missing future tumours. feeling this way, as i was a girl once. would i be recognised if it were in 5 years time.. all gone and singing quietly, feeling the daggers of the past.

Monday 5 April 2010

i still think im right

dishwashers, we need them. so so swollen, this thickened blood runs into them. the flowers fall into the water and perfume. it looks pretty for them. they can breathe underwater, I cant see. they are feasting on me while i work, i can fall into water later. in abundance of wanting, i am now happy.

Thursday 1 April 2010

concrete woods


barking dog, easter. its easter. last one was a party, vodka and peach by 3pm. dance all night. trying to starve, mandarin fail. so many wants. cleared a forest or 5, made space for 800 bodies out there. 3rd green tea, heart weakens. a surprise thickens. she is blue. she is silent. no, she has many things to discuss with you.
working, im working on it.