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We escaped two fires The demons said One appeared in a loaf of bread that I was eating to defeat a hunger that has started in my ribcage and never ever slipped down to the stomach where it belongs again You know the type of hunger that will make a man gnaw on bullet end of a gun if you tell him convincingly enough that nourishment will come out of it come out of all this The other one had the shape of wine that I was drinking to celebrate the decline of all I ever believed to be knowing, to be dreaming, to be thinking about love. We escaped two fires,I lost my limbs in one. One of them said I looked at him and he was in fact made out of my o

Freediving on pavement I can only listen to one song per day on repeat You are getting skilled at using window hammers escapeballet out of carwrecks no matter how tiny the shape into which they have been compressed laugh about butterfly wings for hours because lungs all punctured and hollow fly so much better than everything you used to know give birth to your new baby inside of a car engine running you can do it running a mile with a burning body put on a beautiful finish line smile as you turn around to harvest the applause and your heat melts everyone else around you back into a puddle of plastic back into their or

put some flour on your tongue let's bake bread using the heat that rises up from your lungs and then have our body of christ / space / time - and eat it too! I'll transplant my mouth right into you right into yours to be more specific because you like when I am specific you like when I mark places on a map before I take you there and make you stare at things in awe that I have measured and photographed 20 years ago already and you are human number 60 that I take there and I say : I chose this place cause I knew you would like it. "oh, you fool! how many people can you squeeze into a "you" ?!" you ask but how can you even ask

Make me unstoppable Replace my teeth with fleets of hungry sharks they will bite the head off of my stagnation and make it bleed so that it will all by itself reach out for a mirror to observe its bleached-white blouse covered in red stains and say oh dear I didn't know I could feel this way looks quite nice on me! I want my apathy to have its eyemakeup running until  moist pigmentsnails invade the corners of its mouth taste the taste of cosmetics that wastes your eyespace taste the taste of colour injected into your eyewhite it doesn't make sense to cover it up and up and up and up again in whatever new costumes you choose right?

things start in the very moment that I find the atomized crumbs that you left on the floor from chewing the handle to my door from shredding down wallpaperstripes around it with your delicate delicate lips onto which bits of all this debris made just for me ( just for me!!!) will remain sticking long enough long enough until they continue their cycle of life upon mine they will have to adapt to new conditions new types of rain swallowed new dryness will they or will you will they or will you? I have the stamps left and that is it, dear stamps and that is all I can forget all about animal hearts if you hold my hand just no

Let me plot it out for you in the moment that I will wipe off this cake smear from my eyebrow, pull the warm cookie dough out of my nostrils I will I mean I will change something! in the moment that I blow the feathery feathers from the pillow I like to chew on for days and nights and nights that are in fact only transvestites of pure sharp daylight bodies in dark glittery flowing gowns as soon as I get all these feathers down and out and down I will change something! I have already planned a certain number of possible attempts and would be quite pleased if you could stand next to me and cross them off the list with this pen th

we are done with using this room we collected the last remaining strands of hair , that were still on the broom as we swept the thin layers of tobacco dust, tobacco crust off the curtains and into our lungs where they will have a good and caring home and soon will ripen to become a deep familiar cough that visits us at night just like our mother's. we rubbed off the glue residues from our fingertips that were still left from times where we used to stick pictures freshly taken onto the wallpaper and hope that by making the empty space around us disappear magical things would suddenly appear right there right there in our skull where

you have just spilled me from my bucket back into the sea and the surface of my skin still feels the plastic walls still searches for a circular shaped arena to swim under your eyes I cannot forget the scent of being there on the steps infront of your door swimming circles in the sun that I smile at while it chews on me tears my skincells off like children tear of flower petals that are in their reach as they run as they run I have released myself and it hurts it is nothing close to what I have felt before I mean look at me   flipping through the pages of everything that I have ever written down , every moment of me br

a promise made for invigoration she kisses stones meanwhile he prefers to let his hair grown long long into his head in the hope that the tips of his hair strings will tickle whatever he should be bringing back to life instead of what he designs as life when he wakes up in the morning she however refines her definitions and expectations of a lover meanwhile this poor fellow will have to have four pair of arms enough water in his eyes to let waterfalls pour down when she sings him a selfwritten song and enough air in his lung to sigh whenever their phonecall comes to an end he sitting in his room on the other side of town w