tisdag 27 september 2011

Bedtime Story

Once upon a time I wanted to print out a book
I had been working on
For some time.
When I went to the Printing-Room
to Print my book
the Printer was not there
anymore.
It had been taken away
the same morning
Do to
Financial Difficulties
.
The End

charm

Blossom, Blossom Ultra Red
Happy Hiphop
Paper-Spread
Makeup, Murder, Fashion Crew
they love
Jesus
So, do You?
Going steady, Staying Cool
Ballerina's Beauty Tool
Blossom, Blossom, Magic Star
Why am I
this Plastic
War?
Hunny,Hunny
Bumblebee
is shooting bullets
into Me
Blossom, Blossom Ultra Red
Lovely, surely
when you're dead.

fredag 23 september 2011

The girl with a sun instead of her face
can never wear makeup
for she would burn her fingertips
when trying to put on some lipstick
that would dry off anyway



 Poor girl
but
Such a blessing
she doesn't have to wear makeup
she has a sun instead of a face
so she's still a star!

torsdag 22 september 2011

21.33

wasting time on wasted money, spending money on ready-spent time
using useless things and streching the strechmarks
watering the watermarks
used and useless
money
timetravelling while wasted
streching whilst wet
marked and used and burned and buried money maker
oh, what a waste
on ready-made meals

tisdag 20 september 2011

21:20

I still think the most essential part of this show was when the floor beneath me cracked open and I fell helplessly down with the speed of light. Halfway through I remember myself relizing it wasn't that bad, falling. Not that bad at all. For sooner or later (I thought to myself) I'll reach a bottom of some kind, and the fall itself will be over. Or then I won't reach any bottom ever, and in that case this wouldn't be a fall at all, but a journey..Travelling by floating or flying. And if this hole is bottomless it might not be a hole at all, but a tunnel. And this tunnel will lead me somewhere 'cause that's what tunnels do. Somewhere safe or somewhere scary, somewhere new or somewhere known, but It won't lead me backwards 'cause then I won't follow. That was my last thought at that time, before blurryness consisting of questionmarks surrounded me, providing me shelter to change shape in peace.