March 23

aircrash @ Lönnrothsgatan, into a road a plane among the vehicles (fast), smoke fills early afternoon sky, having not much else to do, a blueprint of grey blockss suddenly awaken in the middle + judas & dismal gestas hanging all over trees in western-movies minus marlon brando or any other stony-face-dead-man-men. be it heaven or hel, tell me what lies between the cars, the plane and street. so.. wallhole street psychosis & a russian man shouting continuously over other loud stuff by the way, where are your legs?
anxious titles appear, with chill and frost they peer into the lilywhite. oddly reworking their way out in chemistry of trend-issues weekly determining how to skin a grown human. you really should get dressed. the issue is new york skyscrapers are found in waste-disposal burning alight - you're surrounded and it's not but not humid at all...
not shouting anything familiar at all with those chords in "i sway", it was for girls, mean cruel ones, anything but abrams or rampaging written for bass
not my fault

foucault
savage is their nature, these beasts and silences, several links are discovered, similarities between species, ancestral crystallisation etc. or actually avoiding them as history repeats itself: think about the dialogue in your head, you can observe the mouths and jaws moving throughout not being a lip-kisser - andrew was seemingly stunned by the way his uncle treated his aunt although it was revealed to him afterwards in bed. this kind of sensing can be improved to a faster mode; think of horses: they act seven times faster than man; think of horse-societies where wars would happen seven times faster, would it speed up the evolution of a community? would they experience rock-bottom faster and return to horse-democracy?

fem: du behöver inte vara alles vän.

fuck! misfortune is torture. stay pureé. curare. rhythm dis)section: rural pole activities, nork and sout, split by the end of december. others did other things. played stringed instruments (broken) and piano (steinway)

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