Forfatter: TOL-no

a flying snake.
and it’s my fault, so this apology is free.
in the end you’re suspended.in the end you’re suspended.
 
making their observations from the windows.making their observations from the windows.
are you ready for a test?
in this country people are too rich for change.
 
everything must be entered in the human race.
to be chased by wild boar on a souped-up moped.

raise the focus slightly.
silence, what’s that?
could your dad not get the message and go?
 
so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.
shifting voices blow by and into the stillness.
the twilight takes a few minutes, smoking out meaning.
 
people with foot and mouth.
dream falsely of life and die in confusion.
*this file represents the writer’s own interpretation*.
 

oh, the above is both prayer and command.
*the song transcribed by ear*.
nb.
 
inside an imaginary hedge.
the dental fence must be maintained.
inner emigration to an inner circle of simmering red pears.
 
voltarol helps relieve muscle pain.
in the gloaming the trees lead the way, in the sighing, in silence.
expression: creation’s still to blame.
 

everything becomes impossible if you are to realize your doubt.
no sign that anyone’s here.
even things that don’t exist can prove profitable.
 
tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.
are you you or are you i?
and then you simply step out into the street in historically unique fashion; nonchalantly.
 
only boring people have fun.
oh, these words are not useless, they ought to be used.

nothing green happens around here.
shifting voices blow by and into the stillness.
development doesn’t do itself, nor does maturity.
 
the stress only increases with the years.
beg pardon.
are you hungry?
 
even things that don’t exist can prove profitable.even things that don’t exist can prove profitable.
first there’s zeal, then suddenly none.

voltarol helps relieve muscle pain.
make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.
landscape with hands.
 
low, so low, doddery old legs in the aisle.
as if something were already possible.
forging fresh values in the impossible.
 
whether one must be poor to be rich.
what matters must be fought for.
ordinary people will run away.
 

life begins.
the power of imagination is malignant.
with motivation and strength anything is possible.
 
maker’s gonna make.
time is horizontal money.
when the rain drowns out conversation.
 
don’t fuck up my search history!
the wind sweeps through the walls.
the spider’s web glistens like the down on a branch in the sun.
 
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.

the boundaries are not clear.
with motivation and strength anything is possible.
emotion seeping through the skin of the face.
 
the crane lifts the field after the rain like a crane.
many people never know love.
the council’s job is to create potential.
 
some think they have a right to more.
lacking in taste.
deep down in the lungs, gurgling.deep down in the lungs, gurgling.
 

the boundaries are not clear.
sexualisationprocessers!
interior with teeth.
 
are you full?
to reveal is to conceal, look around you.
hammer on copper
 
*young woman found brutally murdered by sognsvann lake in oslo*.
to ask the dust:
*designated for private consumption.*
 
save the king, offer your horse!
i’m always lying down on lines.

temples in ruins / two sisters, the tomb / the flight to egypt.
i go by my watch.
the bald spot grew a woolly hat.
 
need opens doors.
the dental fence must be maintained.
tidy, controlled.
 
don’t fuck up my search history!
the lie allows for a different view of the world.
stroke the stones with your hands.
 
make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.