when i raise my trigger finger

i burn just like i shouldn't. the time is a wild child. resist resist resist. i login into my head. the paper is whispering colours. the brown sunshine over my head. i piss on the flowers, kill birds with my eyes. i am so lucky today. i can go any direction but who would step in the piss? i am my own river. i penetrate the land, my body is terror tattoed. my hands spread like pest. the code word for today is fuck. i fill my eyes with sand. the flesh is hot, irresistible. this is the apocalypse of sense. the code word is: muck. rake the ship till it sinks. i churn. and i ain't no fire. the code word is: kill. sunset after sunset. i raise my fist. it is over. swallow me. burn.

::: all y'all niggaz hit the deck :::

mogwai

one last figure ... standing on the other shore he cannot feel. speechless. verbal flu of all my silent desires. watch the man in the uniform: he pays attention to you. this attention is as vast as your country: infinite. they are close. but never that close. even if your bare skin is transparent to them. even if they make you disappear. maybe they are a fire. maybe you can burn as well. maybe you are just an illusion they can cancel. slow drum beats but still ... you have inscribed your resistance into them. you live in them. they have changed. they will not succeed because you have infected them. or maybe they will succeed because you infected them. after all you never know. we will bury the next sunrise.

::: boring sleep disturbs machines :::

this beautiful sickness

it's on the other side of this beautiful sickness. i whisper lies, i shout dreams. i have forgotten about time. completely. i try to forget hopes i put in the cities. maybe i will succeed. but in fact it does not matter. i have never been to any city really. it's like stories about philosophers: they are funny but they do not really tell anything. kant-clock; heidegger-ski. boredom multiplied. i miss you, time. i miss the moments i always wasted.

::: i'm gonna hit it and against the clock :::

negative electricity

i wish you caused no forces at all: nor attractive, nor repulsive. i wish you were completely forceless: like a corpse. i wish you had nothing to do with the forces of nature. antiamber. all this you were once but you managed to escape tesla and to bury his secrets with him. no discomfort. your identity is hidden, you are like a poison to the wind. i wish you were no current. i wish the atoms did not care about you. yeah i know i am foolish. and the elephant would die anyway.

noside.

::: thoughts about fluids of positive and negative electricity were abandoned because no fluid could be conceived which had exactly equal and opposite properties to another fluid :::