Måned: juli 2018

proudly lie down in protest.
with neck and no more, crop and never again.
time passed, time passes, he didn’t come back.
 
time is horizontal money.
in other words, feelings can get up, come in!
one can be moved to tears by one’s own thoughts.one can be moved to tears by one’s own thoughts.
 
thought is sacred.
lose one’s spark, be gobsmacked as a toad.

to be visible means not to know what’s seen.
in the gloaming the trees lead the way, in the sighing, in silence.
are you awake?
 
in the form of a safe environment, self-satisfaction (or: smugness).
open the window and help yourself to the air quantity.
*young woman found brutally murdered by sognsvann lake in oslo*.
 
(diminish the role of noise without yelling).

open the window and help yourself to the air quantity.
oh, you spoilsports, turning out the lights.
oh, to roll up one’s arms and get stuck in.
 
the sun digs coal – no cola!
the gold fish joked from plastic bag to gravity.the gold fish joked from plastic bag to gravity.
to post a sentry where you feel happy.
 
oh, to sack the chef and the waiter and find a nice place!

oh, better let your shoes rest on the floor.
oh, you’re own unique character cannot be pinned down.
it’s quite a stretch from good to evil.
 
the cows in the garden are just the same.
brook through branches. whoo-hoo!
the myth of life on earth is a dream come true.
 
view it with your inner bird’s-eye.
unusually close to yourself?unusually close to yourself?

a bed running rampant.
a ticking mouth, wandering.
and like that, you know?
 
geese actually sound like rubber ducks.
longing comes carrying a shovel for its burial.
time is horizontal money.
 
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
one is a refugee for two years.
the magpies hop through the veranda door, eat the candle wax, steal everything.the magpies hop through the veranda door, eat the candle wax, steal everything.
 

surviving this set-back is does not accord with my strengths.
and this, as other rooms, a promise like a door.
surviving this set-back is does not accord with my strengths.
 
one can learn to trust one’s gut instinct.
oh these words mean something else, see what happens.
oblivion as immunology.
 
to ask the dust:
the hand can be used as a cup.

sorry for making promises i could not keep.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
oh, the above is both prayer and command.
 
whether one must be poor to be rich.
freed from fixed schedules and dependent.
don’t take the first option for best.
 
in the pre-baroque era no tempo markings were given in a score.
first there’s zeal, then suddenly none.

oh, do not go gentle into that good night in flight.
dear saturday, turned out as i hoped.
picturing people of the future is painful.
 
oh, these words are not useless, they ought to be used.
so much trouble, and so text, and so singing.
there are plums, boxed ears, dejection, the morning after as well.
 
the grass rhymes with the thrush from last year.

guilty, indebted, rentier, srsly.
wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.
life is as wide as a football pitch, a killing field.
 
instead of the hole in the eye.
no station, no rest, great haste, bike race.
open up the window, help yourself to bodies.
 
instagirls posing as the seven senses.
a woolly hat leaves the hair slick and flat.

a rampant idiocy wreaks havoc.
freed from fixed schedules and dependent.freed from fixed schedules and dependent.
we might get a kick out of your idea and adopt it
 
oh, to roll up one’s arms and get stuck in.
halting as monday morning.
the garden is a chapter.
 
the garden is a chapter.
the garden is a chapter.
oh, the personal pronoun can be yours.