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I saw another sun set down into the dark waters of the industry of amsterdam and the clouds are orange and the clouds are purple like a chemical angel hovering above the monster cranes airplanes and rabbits passing by streetlight and control-towers crossing the sky fluorescent twilight for ever

the future smells tells like a lost and dirty child visions faded in the sea of thought brought moments of much of little float no difference between now and then then then collect it all in some bucket and take it too the beach a windy september day we pray like clay we stay the whole day to smell future to future the smell to be lost and dirty to fade in the sea before thought before anything is brought out of difference that really desires justification to be must to see trust to lust too we clay like pray we day the whole stay we smell the child in the dirt of the vision

The city has no limit the buildings are closing up The skin of the city sighs The air sounds of dust traffic drags its limbs Day and night have become one the one absorbs the other the other has forgotten the name of the first The city sees only it self wall against wall street behind street The city turns its face contemplates its figure A dim light of language, shadowless passes the corners of a collapsing geometry The city is has one direction, inwards you will always arrive the conspiracy of right angels which leaves no escape You will speak between these walls you must speak its your will The city

He lives in corridors creeping along the floors He is well behaved, his hands are shaved he's got a uniform, and he's got trousers on. He lives in corridors listening in front of the closed doors to the murmurs of money and men to the dissonant chimes of the very big crimes he lives... trousers on He lives in corridors he knows how to hang his face on the wall while he stands upright, invisible and snores Some times he watches the dust dance In a silent and splendid resonance of distant horrific wars he knows his corridors the rest he ignores he is well... trousers onHe lives in corridors its his life course he chews on the minutes that drop from the secret pockets of the corporate top he lets his words out on the carpets and there he crawls with them under the shoe soles of the grayish dressed men He lives... trousers on

-The culture eats its own mouth sunken into its own picture it self eats self imploding rapidly like creation and its opposite De creating the world The culture eats itself

og træerne taler med vandvæsner som bor mellem muligheder og svar gennem jord trænger duftene af den langsomme verden et sted som stadigt består af tanke, af græs og af grænseløs tid dage som stille opløser det uforståelige det er bevisthed som drypper mellem det levende lever den, lever i det som ingen har og træerne taler et lænselfuldt sprog om længsel efter at røre ved det ordløse ved drømmen som omfavner den vågne

landscape dissolves into memory like time disappears in a moment what is far is here between 2 horizons the world falls into the depth of believe the gab between heaven and earth is void of reason but not of sense memories of matter drift and take shape become stone become water become and again they fade these landscapes transform like memories traveling under the godless sun the eye into which one cannot gaze the surface of time expands covering all that which claim to be the living earth and the memories

there is a memory of a world that does not exist there is a memory of a world a world does not exist there is another world in a time which is not this there is a memory there is

chance is breaking we had expected this we have had visions but finally there is nothing to gamble chance is gone coincidence no more

In front of me my favorite stranger the strangest one the one i never knew the reflection of no one the gate to the black, to the white stranger, become even stranger you may walk right through me in your strange way the reflection of no one charms me like nothing

They want it clean but its dirty they want it clean but it cannot be cleaned they are cleaning away the world cleaning away the world They want it pure but its impure they want it pure but its alive the world wants to be

The world is only end apocalyptic sugar drugs eaten with the speed of fiction we all love the end it is hot it is the process it is legal it's a commercial but now the end has lost the world madly in love the end has lost it self

The end is the dark and the light crashing Implosion of mind The end leaves no trace for no one Your dream is the end I dream that you dream a dream of the end But the end does not dream the end does not end

It was a machine that made you feel so real it was a machine pumping love sugar longing for more it was a machine with the colorless beauty of night crushing your shiny flesh teeth tearing tenderness pulsating streams of flickering hearts it was a machine exploding dream the drone of death sighing warm against your endless neck repeating the move making more the touch which burned you blind it was a machine intense and war stripping layers of skin from blood piercing the last nerve of earth till the scream covered the faces leading to now it was a machine that made you feel so real it was a machine longing for more

Warrior archangels and the member states invited the commission and their parents through their territory A gene duplication event to improve the natural cause of events To regulate transit of GMOs mass dumping of inferior pork substitutes and cultural organs are conducted Indicators of gene importance will be allowed to exercise basic human oral righteousness. Subhuman blueprint of genetically modified organisms for domestic use was a purebred double muscled animal.

The breath of leaves falling on corpses the silence of rot the smile in the mud leave, let it live long deaths by the waters which speak of desire

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