die schönheit der chance

make me me inhale my blood in snow. make me twin cities divided by a wide river. make me a suffocation. with industrial sounds whirling in the background. without a parallel. listening to lyrics about sick god in a supermarket. and you can cross that river in the place they threw the bishop down. in the place that divides men and women into hot caves: silence; the cruel presence of other naked bodies separated by steam only. silent evaporation no bullet could ever penetrate.

::: dass wir unser leben lieben so spät es auch ist das ist nicht die sonne die untergeht sondern die erde die sich dreh :::

possessed to found a city in the middle of sand

something that cannot be pronnounced. limited to screams. i collect black wood. full of desire for a shore. something that cannot be possesed. i collect black sounds. full of desire for something more. my tongue is that of my city, my sand. i try to stop the invading river but it is a stream i can't bend. something that returns, regularly, disagreebly. as if all the sky wanted to get rid of my black dust, my black pollen. my heart still beats refuse:resist but my hands fade away. the river is already swollen.

::: run together and never make sense :::

anything that may delay you

comes allright. sign me off. log me in. disturb. from within. i am cold as machine. digitally abstract. my eyes swim through the city. zoom in. zoom closer. ok. zoom out. i am so bored. with all these details. i wish i was made from perfect white plastic. i wish i was designed by the best designers in the world. simple and user friendly. waiting in the line. waiting for the final log out. outshined.

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::: but we're not as hell as you :::

last forever

there is no germany of course yet my skin ís the silence behind her borders. discrete mutiny. i lie on the floor. i see the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. you set me on fire but there is no oxygene now. you can feel the demon -somewhere round the corner- distributing the particles of evil. then the blast. interruption. the time ceased to exist. there is just the space. no ambivalence at all. cruel and clear.

good night theo.

::: la tristessa durera :::