näissä tuulissa
on maailman ääni
sanoo lapsi
keittiö keinuu erillään.
Jumalasta seuraavat
liikennevalot, tai kirkon pihaan
pystytetty menneisyys?
Me pohdittiin silloin
omannäköistämme mausoleumia.
Ikkunasta näkyy Tammelan talot
Eikä niissä koskaan mitään tapahdu.
Pullot uivat pöydän pintaa
yö vääntyy kierteelle sellaisella
äänellä, ettei se ole aikoihin
tavannut ketään.
Unfamiliar wisdom
scales. municipality. A region of summer rain.
wild fire. Weed. Cabride to train station. He
was out.
Girl.
where did she went?
Thunder outside, in a river of fire
An old man with
a young boy.
Dancing in the shadows..
these legs are killing me.
Can you hear the serpent. Crawling under the wild fire.
It has a mirror tongue, unfed eggshells.
The Ghosts at night. In this cave.
Yes.
What was your name.
Legs are broken. Mauled children dancing in the silence. They kept her unfed,
so she'd be nice.
"It's ok"
Pro leftist dreams. Music went down.
Can a dream heal you?
We made a train ride in to the night.
Hot dreams
Passengers of night.
Under the sky of the summer night.
Riding forwards towards the
bright light, wanton
this man is.
Riding forward two days and nights
warm air passengers of pale moon.
Drowning in to the liquid, bright summer night
passengers of night.
Jack: I can't understand why you had to this all time long. They've given you an ultimatum so many times that you must be an idiot to continue this. I mean; is this that important to you, that you have to risk everything else in your life because of this? The words?
Ted: See.. the point is, that if I'm not doing this, then I'll never be me. I will only be an extension of their will. No matter what; I can't be me and 'not be myself' same time.
Jack: Ted. You're my best friend.. I just don't want to see you get hurt. I do understand that this is very important to you, but sometimes you just have to cut back and make changes..
Ted: I cannot do that, man.
Jack: But why not. Just do not write so openly about these things. They are going to get in a lot of trouble, and...
Ted: I do understand what you mean and I appreciate it, but I just can't.. if I change this, I wont only be the extension of their will, but also approve their accusations towards me.
Can you hear the soft
whisper of the wind?
Listen to the silenced voice and the
answer that it gives.
Beneath the dark
rain-filled skies.
Under the clear black
Marble sky.
A Vast, wilderness-like scenery, was a tapestry for todays
wet dream.
Indian child, your father is alive. Inside of this Monastery
"a Missionary, what else can we say, or expect" cries a
woman. She has her unlined papers neatly stacked infront
of her.
Her cunt is wide open mouth.
An eye, on which she sees all her ideas through.
It is a rotten dwell where
the saliva shaped snikes hide.
Flowers rain
sinners pray, and only one of us
will remain.
If its so hard to please
you, then why can you make these rules
for me..
(The old woman then smiles;
She has achieved what she came here for.
A New business proposal. A New happy customer)
Her client is ovulating; cunt cripped by the meaning of her life. Second season for the unfed, they made the offspring to listen their lies.
The cops are fat overlords of these caves.
Second coming of an unholy being which is
self lead a monsters mask, lightly covered
by the face of a cartoon prostitute.
It's ok. All your friends are dead
Reflect your empty shell on me.
We keep making roads for everyone.
Walls are covered, windows closed. Heavy rains tomorrow.
Month by month. Sea of love. Sunshine heat, dogs at night
black beat.
Who and what was that.
Indian woman, dressed in her pregnancy dress. She's ovulating. Her monthly blood stains the clothes she is wearing. I guess her husband is dead and burried. Can't she walk like they taugh her?
Take off your mask. You're nothing but fragile surface infront the funeral dawn.
Wolves at dusk, dancing shadows. Caves are covered by their meaning.
Unseen shining, blood and vegetables.
