April 2009
1 post
Singalong
Let’s say you deserved it. You walked a billion miles and once skipped the starbucks. How sad, how tragic and melancholic. Dirt on your shoes, cold on your shoulders. This may not be your luckiest day, let’s say you mean it this time.
Maybe your sentences shouldn’t have started with maybes. Maybe life could go better with a bag of herbal teas. Who knows my friend. Maybe...
March 2009
2 posts
Super Bun
Tragic I bumped into him again. One step right, one step left, one step right, no way I could avoid him. Magnet in his eyes, hitting my brains inside, taking my eyes out, dropping my guts all over the place. Standing in front of me, listening to bla bla songs on his sell fish ear full of speakers. Loudly, so maybe he did not even hear me.
One step left and right again. There is no way to...
Hum Hum
Welcome to my forest. My forest is the biggest. My forest is the wildest. The climate is always brightest. I can see your hands moving over the lands, picking pine apples and fine turtles along their way. Fast and curious, yummy with a glamorous essence, welcome to my forest. Here I live and crumble, perfectly as tidy waves.
This is the living room and here is the kitchen. Cabinets made of...
February 2009
3 posts
Mr. Fonduman
Late man show on a morning base dusty studio. Today our minimal guest is the non-oscar winning “Henry Fonduman”. Henry is also known as the last spider on the universe who can actually knit an actual web.
- So Henry, you really can knit? Is it true?
- Yes it is Sam, I knit the best and the well only web in the world.
- That’s amazing Henry, but we want to know.. How do you...
Bot-a-Nicht
Beck to morning. Hearing voices. Wake up, walk around, fall asleep on my screen. Last time I checked, you were six. I tagged your hair good, sweet and sad. You clicked on my window, snow came in. Last time we met, you dropped your icecone on my dress.
Air drops on my face. Smelling fishy thoughts. Get up, stand up, jump over my shoelaces. Last time I checked, you were twelve. I hacked your...
Blue Bird
This is now. Blue bird flies over an ocean. Ocean is big. Bigger than blue. Blue bird is transparent on wet waters. If she gets lost, nobody can find her way.
Time to time. She is aware of little islands, behind her feet, dust on her shoes. Horses on the shore, free and perfect. How free can you be, if you stand on an island. How free can you be, if you keep staying on earth. Nobody is free,...