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Books on books on the floor, weird looks at the door dust on the floor, looking for. Ultimately conceived it, lastly I trip brain leads to - seeks floor, membrane no restrain no grip Deep sleep, dormancy, hypnology narcolepsy Dissolvance of dissociational cognition woolgathered with signs recognition to paths to gatherings about science I follow through whimsey - fluffy substance tightly, tired I walk, I run going nowhere true I search, examine, re-examine, try survey and fail - okay fine. Deep breath and search find yet fail emerge re-search, test, retest, rest - test over - fail moreover Wind up inevitably unhap

every-key hitting punching flesh into flesh every-key-touch with precision as sounds keys as keys to apertures to reserved places notes as oscillations as words partitures as messages messages-virtuously partaking departures as messages ooooo please come back messages with words with precision and jitterings hitting notes with sounds trembling people trembling slamming notes - notes shooting - talking all with precision like darts floating - playing music playing hearts in motion playing hearts in motion molting - molding emotion

Bread-maker: baker bakes bread ready-bread-bakery bakes bread baker breaths fresh bread-air bread-maker breaths bread-breath 7 o' clock bready for lift off! smell of fresh bread-breath makes ready    warm like your bed 7 o' clock alarm-bread wakes you up warm bread-maker wakes you up thank you Mister Bread-Maker!

Een lege doos        gevuld met niets dan niets               NIHIL                      raast niets rakend de zwakken aan 't straatje               VERLICHT                      door povere straatlampekens als dekens        

i'm sorry i have treated you like a human You should've told me before that you are a God above me that you want special treatment i must talk formal to you i shouldn't be myself but merely a slave a collectible on your shelf a dot i must adhere you 'till i die now i kneel in pain for everything you have done for me and i give you a warm thank You, thank You for All.

Look at me look at me I tell you flying above y'all above the sky, the planes, the birds, people and their! ideas, even above space where it's gray not black light gray transforms into gray into dark gray I'm flying above all swimming in gray-ness now falling lights-red flashing emmergency! wait, wait, there I see myself wait! wake up! too late back on earth I am

't Zonneke schittert op 't water borrelend mi verfrissend

When Free Writing you just write anyting down like a dog just barks the book down and applejuice just drinks spacerockets flying over the edge fund with cash and a stick to wake up out of your dreaming state under your bed where your lies are kept that you keep telling everyone who is a zombie and the rest you just ignore in stead of melting the ice like you should be walking in the woods and falling in the whole made by the small children that always hang around there and wake you up in the middle of the night with their screaming when you haven't slept for weeks to come and days to exist in this world where writing only has val

Hoort het gefluit! hoort het gefluit toch           hoort het geroffel nog hoort de roffelende regendruppels van glas in de plas fluiten Hoort de beste blazers waaien,            hoort de strijkers voorbij komen Hoort de warme klanken van de maan in j’ogen Hoort de hoge tonen       hoort de hoge sterren            hoort de hoge sterretonen accentueren, Hier kunt ge wat van leren hoort het samenspel van spelende spellen,                          

drips dripples drops glide drifting wind cold shivers river contracts rain appears to disappear river expands ripple flattens cold shivers flatten anxiety forgotten half lit circle on your ogle

HOOFDSTUK 1 Antwerpen – België, december Veel mensen vragen zich af wat de zin van het leven is. Laat mij het even kort houden: de zin van het leven is sterven. Vreemd toch? Maar na al die jaren waarin ik op deze aardbol heb rondgelopen, is dat het enige dat ik eruit heb kunnen opmaken. Je leeft, je overleeft - zodat je veilig en wel het moment bereikt waarop je alsnog moet sterven. Nu wil je me waarschijnlijk vertellen dat dat niet waar is, dat het leven zin heeft – of gelijkaardige kletspraat, maar mij kun je niet ompraten. Je krijgt een andere kijk op dingen als je op straat leeft. Nu ja, theoretisch gezien heb ik nooit op straat gew

sometimes the sky slips landward -- tiptoe tumbling, heels over head, cartwheel-careening -- into murky-bottom depths; forest-greens and ravaged gravel roads; skimming its knees on the elliptical infinities of porch-swings, pavement, potholes. {The oceans of decaying sea-flowers; a threshold of nebulous dreams gone sour, incarcerated and sunken [dismally drowned] like aubades and star-fish; entranced, disillusioned, segment-twisted beneath ripples, rejuvenated cloud-tendrils aching for elevation and annexation/alleviation.} Upon conquering, sometimes the sky trickles earthward -- treetop stretching, splatter bursting o

 Liedesverdriet.. En heel opeens besef je het dan de pijn die je niet weerhouden kan de botte steek door je hart een zee van ruw verdriet en smart Als je ogen zich met tranen vullen een diepe schok gaat door je heen een nieuw soort leed zal zich onthullen nooit eerder was je zo alleen Je probeert zo hard om niet te schreeuwen terwijl je hart in stukjes breekt en hem vergeten duurt vast eeuwen terwijl hij jou zo snel vergeet Je buigt je onder het grootste verraad terwijl je onschuld je verteerd en het leven slopend verdergaat wat deed jij toch ooit verkeerd Als de druppels over je wangen lopen snik je hakkelend zijn naam de

I spent to day being esentially transferred like livestock from one family member to the next, "Spend time with us, because we're the most important!" I hate to argue, honestly I don't mind spending some time, but no one seems to realise How being separated from you breaks me inside, and I think every few minutes back to you, as if there were something of the utmost importance that I kept forgetting to do.... And I missed you by less than twenty minutes. I call you my Love, my Light and my Home, because I never knew a person who made me feel whole in my heart. And I know that I'm likely to get all emotional aga