Tuesday
Quote from "Time Regained," vol. 12, ch. 3, Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
Monday
Game over by SteffyPop
Game over us the impossible ones!
- the Two, the months of seconds
- the Two, the months of seconds
We had it coming, I’d known to see it
-we disregarded and found noth in it
Beyond all reasons, the simmer dusts
-thought love forever was building us
Til that newly won alike bitter reality
-we disregarded and found noth in it
Beyond all reasons, the simmer dusts
-thought love forever was building us
Til that newly won alike bitter reality
-tore up the wish of us haven’t been
And boiled up the sugar carbon sweet
-and woke us up to our defeat
It’s better than, what better be
-is it aversion, we now will see?
Farewell my friend, my wish for love
-be home again, with other ones
-be home again, with other ones
I bare no hate and kind of heart
-I wish I’d known this from the start
Thursday
Be with those who help your being by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.
A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become.
Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.
A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become.
Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?
Monday
Gråt inte mer! by Kristina Lugn
Jämra dej inte!
Bit ihop tänderna!
Plocka ögonbrynen!
Förläng ögonfransarna!
Förkorta känselspröten!
Lägg upp håret!
Rengör näsborrarna!
Raka bort mustascherna!
Svälj något lugnande!
Sitt inte där så svagsint
Ensam och inkrökt, gråt
Inte mer!
Sunday
Sudden poem of lust in ADHD-moll/Natrium and Chloride by SteffyPop
I’m gonna show you the wonders of the world even
if you’re blind I’ll create them for you in words or sensations. – touches. Get
you out of the bed of stuck presents and fortified pasts eventhough you don’t
need saviour I’m gonna uproot you. While we aren’t happening we indeed are
happening we happened even in the fog of the tumbling kisses on the lips of the
other while I’m courageously trying to poison you by thinking about you hard
enough I can’t let go for this is natrium and chloride – again. A battle of not
yet occured lust that unravels with each utterance the present shivers on
behalf of your loyal past – that unfortunately is enacted in the presence. And
it doesn’t disrespect your ontological loyalty for this is natrium and chloride
– no other way of expressing the poetic cliché of chemistry for some things are
true and objectivity I’ve now known. We both know the painful truth that
potentially might tear everything apart from the onset we’re combined in a
setting of impossibility – becomes possible natrium and chloride. Right now
you’re zoned out inside of the rock you’ve stood fearlessly on – it’s not like
anyone’s been lead on it’s the force of the meaning of the entire universe. And
as the ache leads me to ideas of disasters I couldn’t care less for thirst is
extinguished by water and you are humid drops of painful ice – sensational and
fucking nice.
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