state of flux

wolf running through the night towards the invisible ... moon burns, emptiness falls ... on me, on me ... the forbidden shores of thy soul ... more .... differential hands .... embrace your neck ... and you dream about the rope .... that hangs gently, that hangs gently ... from the blue ceiling ... for the angels to descend ... and the sinners to stay ...

... meet me on the road, i am the one with no wings.

 

::: to talk :::

zero

needle/desire:

i) never spend more than one day in the same flat.

ii) never travel by plane or your own car.

iii) never say your name to anybody

iv) never leave house without a disguise

v) never let your body or mind be a source of pain

vi) never run

vii) never speak truth

 

::: all we found was more despair :::

strange nights

of destruction and strange cavities of soul.

binary: dive in, dive out. transform: money into alcohol, smoke. bed: are you alive?

the sun in me burns all night, she said. i passed her by. because i headed deep down to the womb. the street was full of revellers, foreign mostly. the streetlights lip-synced with them, arched above like angels. and the moon collided with your soul and your fingers with the piano... the cold rain of falling wires ... the situation ... your antagonist eyes ... collapse ... dignity ... new found truth ... in this night ... i showed my blood all the hidden light ... don't fall  ... just yet ...

 

::: lurch :::

this secret life ... connoisseurs of silent pictures

drugs don't work in china; the tribes of nineties; where have they gone. we belong to bourgeoisie, we revolt with money ... just a few clicks from your next rebellion. i love this small world of almost instant happiness. there are no causes here, just effects. to put it simply, i love my life - in beautiful colors selected by the best designers. i love my designer life fuelled by designer drugs.

d r o p

fuel lead in my sulfur veins. what a life. your collection of disasters. your house is burning again. you are as much wet as when you discovered deconstruction. it must be nice to have vagina that responds to philosophy.

t o m o r r o w  w e  a r e  g o i n g  t o

this is our germany. our road from reconstruction. our secret fire. our secret conquest. this is it this time.

 

::: heart of hearts :::