(4-8 maaliskuuta)

I had a word on my tongue

heavy burden

but it wouldn't enter my mind

forgotten, frustration, fear of losing

dear language, it was something, close to, not really -ove

-tain -mory, not like that, transforming... -rkness -rrogance

missing, what ever I think

others experience

it's just imagination using imperfect perception

It has taken the place I thought belongs to me:

thoughts

are nothing else than this

the state of disorder you search for

is the very state of uncertainty you won't in any circumstances

let to define you. Every moment of your life you need

to define this other away and analyse it into something familiar

which is all false. Disorder is also

the state of social emotion

BODY REFUSES

that the leaders of men wish to arouse within the tension

of culturally weakened bodies, and then to dull them with

what ever indigestible mental shit. Disorder

is amoral. All that needs power needs disorder.

It is a tool, and as such as loving as any knife.

You don't know how to lock the toilet door

You cannot open the lock once you are in

removing a ring half of the finger comes off with it

now you are not going to take off your clothes

you begin to hate something you love

your parents paint your grave with purple

the original color of carrots

wombthing, leaking

capitalism is a mess - making more mess is no revolution

imagine your self as a compost

and then some alchemy: blackbirds hanging around to catch your worms

feathery neck reaching for living flesh, swallowing

disorder. a fool for all purposes

is as thoughtful as any lover

MIND CONFUSES

even the trees are smiling trough the capitalism we breath

the great oak next to crapper

birches in the border of the forest

birds on the birches, any time now

ravens are flying over

slowly moving to downtown

slowly transforming

like Iceland