timeline

December 20, 2008

i’m back at the cliff

i’m back at civil service with all the lovely creatures

i remember

her birthday was also my day, what a sign, her sigh, our saturn

my version is her version

on the 5th of december, or was it the 4th?

we were supposed to be free, 

my mandolin sang goodbye, goodbye, we’re free

while i was eating a slice of pizza

 

i am happy with my past

writing, my fingers are dry, six hours ahead, i am with you

the show is easy and true

most of my friends hate the word “path”

but still, i can’t help it, i’m touched

and i’m touching the pad to feel

and i’m listening to the mad world to feel

and everybody needs to quote honestly

and, please, fuck, more

 

i’m back fucking amsterdam

i am better off than you, you emo-asshole

big fleshlight

you and your motorbike, in need of a place to crash in france

will they never ever let you out of that cell?

it’s 2001, 2004, 2007, who cares, it’s post-millenium time

over and over again, artificial sacrifice

a time when age doesn’t matter, we’re longing

but the level is high

 

i only tried to discipline you

no one knew, that we were each other

and not ourselves

i fear you, your berlin, your intimate buddy

your america-leaning, your class

i’m trying to get rid of angels and alike

i’m travelling to destroy another illusion

i’m working, i’m eventually working

i miss you, 

though you were always there

 

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a good hiding

December 20, 2008

every new excitement

deserves 

a good hiding

to be stuck in the past

put a veil over that eye

 

free from is free for

free from them

it seems

free for is free from

it means

 

this is full of blood

pumping 

through the new lenses

joy and excitement

saliva is dripping inside

 

free from is free for

free from them

it seems

free for is free from

it means

 

every new excitement

deserves 

a good hiding

to be stuck in the past

put a veil over that eye

holy room

December 20, 2008

today, i’m staying in to celebrate the hiding place

and dreaming about the potentially screaming riot poof

all those binary voices in my head, i’m thinking about the melting poles

in this city, blocks away from the masses and their threat,

their furry fashion, doggie coats and digestive disorders

 

in a holy room with a window

staring at the snowflakes 

and the orange streetlight’s shimmer

i am under currents and cars

 

today, the wallpaper covered by  ancient maps, is crumbling

i’m beneath the waves and leafs figuring out my cabin plans

i was lacking water when i bent down to the floor, but honestly

am i giving up the dependance for a life of sophistication?

it all falls into place, but i have to constantly ask myself in a slow pace

 

in a holy room with a window

voicing the vice of desk sitters

that don’t really need anyone else

i am under currents and cars

to be sonic

December 20, 2008

the soup is my emotion digitale

the poster is a window

the poster of a hero

ether is the layer that i need 

to not be laid bare as a blank canvas

to not be covered by blue grey fume and foam and skin of skimmed bloody milk

to sometimes not be green in the head

 

to be sonic

to be sonic

to be sonic

 

speaking of digital,

sometimes you start, and you continue

somewhere completely else

thinking about the yes, 

we can, if we can sell ourselves

bullshit, it’s the need to enter a room

the need to go 3-d instead and

 

to be sonic 

to be sonic

to be sonic

 

and anywhere else and nowhere else

too weak to be physical

but proud as fuck to be penetrated

to be sonic

goodbye mister mother mary

i’m only into temporary

i always used to like your essence

i always used to like your kneeling dance

 

masterplan is just some strategy

logics plaster your ways

i forget my mourning days

catch the metro, getting late

getting high – blood pressure

 

oh, autonomous only lonely creator,

you work too hard

your autonomy is distributed among us

we can feel our desire for structure

i am climbing up your walls in the park

 

saviour high, satisfied

penetrator, active voice

i go down on

passive choice

 

i need rooms and rooms and perpetual difference

getting rid of this sweaty weight

oh, these gun-like guys

oh, these gun-like guys, oh

with their cross-like toys

with their crossing toys

and their, and their, and their

their, their, their

girls

and their everything

they’re everywhere

(swarm)

they’re everywhere

(swarm)

they’re everywhere.

 

(march 2008)