dreaming he sits at my bedside, with a blue space helmet on, or perhaps hallow. he doesn’t speak; i am very unsure as to why he’s here
writings
Tagged fever
05.07.2019 02
dreaming i’m arranging flowers on her breakfast tray, the water turns into gasoline and i cause a huge fire; the flower petals throwing off flames
10.19.2016
— does anyone know what the island is like these days. are bison and other wildlife still as abundant as before the fires?
08.29.2016
this afternoon you see a boy jaywalking towards you. the sun behind him gleam/glows so how are you quiet sure straight away. that he is a non-native/new native? his t-shirt says we love asphalt across the chest and therefore you would like to have sex with him
07.19.2016
“this afternoon i saw an american white pelican sitting in the sagebrush along the road down the west side of strawberry reservoir. two other birds were holding its left wing up when it walked through the sage and was well over a 1/2 mile from water. the procession headed north, away from the water. towards strawberry ridge”
04.27.2016
— that each life. is a komet moving, flashing. flare up. collide. beauty tabs out behind
03.28.2016
— today the water were low. thaw and .at kroppen havde ebbe og flod .at kroppen sank og
03.06.2016
• the hair is like hair. and she lifts up the hair with lazy hands while i watch and the robe is rotting and she lifts up the cloth and the skin falls down and down and down as i am the lover and rise from her womb who never will carry a foetus the spilling of blood was like blood coagulating in dreams she’s forgetting as youth i shall always know you she says her knowing is like knowing. she holds with her heart as a womb and lazy coagulating my love as i am the leaver and she is…
01.17.2016
all fevers are of the water. the temperature of our flesh, disturbed. our bodies redraw to the cave of the hidden world. heartbeat calls out for replies — the air reply in our lungs, the daylight reply to our skin. all life moves outwards — come out of your cave. hestene der trækker vejret lærken der står stille i luften sommerfugl på asfalten efter en bil er kørt forbi, broden ude. vingerne sitrer firben
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