-Dough so soft-
I know nothing 'bout reindeer
I know nothing 'bout a thing that's rare
Clap & Fold

I know nothing 'bout tea
your mouth is black & bitter
your teeth rusty white cabins

My blood goes running back to those four-legged wonders
Scarcely seen, but the sun goes down
I beg you, will you wait still?
But my mouth is dry, I'm dumb
My gestures are too big still
and every year there's a deeper well
You ask me, will I manage?
Oh no, you don't, you just assume.

How will I manage?
Who will wash my laundry white?
How will I manage?
Who will kneed the dough so soft?
And get me ready for playtime...?

You dried out root, you fruitful
Introduced me to the infinite
and the ending just the same!
For that I'm still so angry with you

I know nothing 'bout cars
& cars & parts & radios
transmitters & carburators
to me it all sounds the same

How will I manage?
Who will wash my laundry white?
How will I manage?
Who will kneed the dough so soft?
and get me ready for playtime...?

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- Over, the white snow -

Once, one spring, in the morning sun
Uncovered a tv-set
Look at the moving pictures
They laugh & dance, great joy
Look at the broken window
They stopped you dead in your tracks

Over, the white snow
Green grass & glaring sun
Over, the white snow
Grey muck & pouring rain

Once, one fall, in the morning sun
I lost my will to speak
Felt, with so many warnings,
I could not risk my esteem
To learn 'bout so many others
Stupefied me aswel so it seemed

Over, the white snow
Gather my tainted sheets
Over, the bright glow
Staggered to see your face

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- I sailed along -

I sailed along,
I sailed along...
there's only so much anyone can say
I sailed along...

Left her behind
& plodded on.
The only thing that occupied my mind.
But she'll be back.

I sailed along a dark rim,
lowered all the blinds &
kept myself impatient.

Print that in blue
Give it to him
There's only so much anyone can see,
realistically

Print that in white
I start anew.
You stick your head out,
risk it gets cut off.
So no big surprise

Please
read again,
read careful,
read what I last wrote,
you don't even listen!

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- Song came from M. -

Saw my lonely brother there
Do whatever you think's fair
When you never tell me so
How d'you figure I should know?
Hover
Hover

Why d'you only stare at me?
And talk so sharply back at me?
I wish we'd be friends again
You & me, it's quite worth while
Lever
Lever

Knowing you were never there
or knowing we were lovers fair
Feeling we were sworn in
There were warnings
Still I ask why you never gave me
a lovely summer's day

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I'm carried away to the summerstreets
& dreamy lands & talk of 'right to be',
talk of pride & sense of worthiness.
& those dreamy streets come to life in my mind.
"No, I haven't,
I've sacrificed this year.
Sounds weird, doesn't it?
I'm sad, don't get me wrong,
I'm bleeding out,
my heart..."

I'll stumble& then leap into the twilight night
& drink until I'm no longer pretty

I had a vision of a man I treated like trash,
but he cared for me.
I tried to lose him all I could,
but he turned around & looked at me. ME<
& said to me (.) talked about pity
I was stupefied.
Turned away, I stood, water flowing out of
me. I looked but didn't see. So I opened my eyes wider & wider
put my hands to the glass & peered through the glass
but still I couldn't see a thing.
It appears I wound up at a field of dried lava,
covered with moss.
There's holes you can climb into, or lie in, if you want.
I laid down, with my behind in a mossy hole,
my head half in, arms & legs out.
Fully un-empowered
I drank whiskey
for hours on end.
That's where the vision ends.

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It's somewhere between here & there I'd like to connect to.
I'd like to make a little wooden bridge (-natural material-)
& have my mind wandering over it,
whenever it pleases.
Those thunderbolt & lightning-thoughts could be converted,
I figured.

If he would've gone there,
it would not have been out of free will. The road
was paved, wintersun shining,
but his words didn't cut the cold air.
None of them.
Instead he held back. His eyes looking fishy.

What a kind fellow, this man.
What a mess wé make, squirting, blurting, wiggeling : )

"Didn't I tell you, the other day,
about that marketplace we went to,
about that scarf that Lisa bought?
It wasn't yellow, or white like our tongues?
It was red! Like your cheekbones are now."
" Naw! Oh, that sounds great.
Was it expensive?"
"Nah. Well, ask her."
"Can I see it, do you have it on now?"
L: "Look here. Isn't it reminiscent
of your grandma's eyelids?
Wet shiny red."

a shitty feeling.

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lower your finger

I gather this is love

any two days in the
prison of your own
fear
kills the buds,
chokes the birds,
kicks the dog.

I gather this is love.

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"I'll go & build
mySelf a house.
choose the things
I like."

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Your shocking gestures
shaky jaws
swiftly moving from impression to impression.
you seem like a smart man. Very smart.

So help me solve this riddle,
about man's different ways.
about the lower or the higher ceilings
about the talking or the clay-
kneeding and it's
not the forming
of things
the shapes come out
discarded
it's the kneeding of that
sand.
It's the warming
of the muscle.

Hear you me,
umbrella?
I like you keep me
dry.
You're red and
still I can see
the sunlight through
your veil.

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ok. A plunge in
the deep end.
Swimming pool
filled with red wine.
Never be alone after
three glasses!!
Very bad mirrors
in the hotel-bathroom.
& been having too much
to eat & drink for days
now.
I look ugly.
So ugly naked
I'd better stay dressed.
I fart.
Curse myself & go
to bed.

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He'd take me to his home & show me how he lives.
It's a lot of sitting behind the computer with a lonely face.
"You can't live like this!," I exclaim, with laughter in my face.
"you need some love!," I say, & I hug him tightly.
Whereupon he starts to laugh sweetly too
& we have an understanding.
I need him &
he needs me.

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en tour en tour
en retour en retour

there when she
with the staggering
face, pulled inwards,
talked to her son,
it was to hold him
back, it seemed.
To keep him from coming
close to her. There's
something there she can't
rhyme with happiness.
Some way her child
could dissapoint her.
He makes a
loud throat-sound.
Her skin pulls back.
You can see her jaws
protrude, through the skin,
she's
considerably big though.
Statuesque. What
contrast with such
failure.

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