old days

"i wish the earth was flat like the old days" (death cab for cutie in "the new year")

the sun revolved around the earth, there was only one continent, and one language.
There was no technology to fly or to send faxes. there was no email, or msn.
there was only smoke signs. food. water. harvest. hunt.
no parties, no pictures, no films.
only celebrations and sacrifices.
subject 1 got lost so subjectess 1 found subject 2 in less than a day.
subject 2 forgot were his family was, so they could not eat mamuth any more.
subject 3 found subject 1 wondering in the forest, invited him to the beach and then
slaughtered him to eat him.
there was little pain, no music, no poetry.
But there was rythm.
there was fire.
there was sea, and rivers.
there was no ending though. it all turned round in squares.
there was no circles, no cycles.
only 4 stations were to stop.
born. hunt. reproduce. die.
the question was where you spent most of you life in.
the most of your 30 average year life.

k-no(w)stress

i was leaving the city, walking slowly but stubbornly to the nearest beach. It was only some 50 miles away. I walked and walked when it was night, and when the sun rose, i hid fearing the sun would burn through my almost transparent skin. At night i returned to the road knowing i was close enough. the sea rose, the beach lay in the moonlight. i had a couple of drinks before i laid down beside my horse. they said the beach would cure him from his stress, i guess now we'll see about that.

well... rest

well, it was awake,vand alive, and although it did not make a single difference, this night he did it all over again.
Jumped up and down the street, bumped into the old rock wall, walked across the pavement and the park, sat in one of those nasty birdshitted bench.
Proceeded then to cover his legs and tail with a carton.
he was scared, hungry, but most of all, he just did not understand.
hopeless sad monkey.
good bye to the nasty habits.

the test

standing on the seasand shore in my hometown i try to mantain balance.
the sea comes and goes, and the sand covers my feet eating me slowly.
when i got tired i sat down.
and then i laid down.
and then the sea washed the shore, it comes and goes.

washimaway

well, the time has come for me to bend and kiss the street, as a stray dog would at the sight of his master, i collapse in front of the lights.
in joy i would rejoyce, in sadness i would weep, and in coldness i will die.
but first i must carve the concrete, that will read: "sh.it it is cold here"
now say goodbye.
goodbye

sleep

the machine started to stop.
i knew i had exactly 1/2 hour to be asleep from now til it started all over again.
i fell down to my bed, alone, and started reading the most boring book i found.
the reading made me dizzy, and the sleeping pills kicked in to do their magic,
i was asleep in exactly 15 minutes.
when the machine started again, i was already dreaming i had someone with me, wanting to get crushed between my skinny arms.

always.watching

when the crow starts his flight, that is the sign for me to wake up.
never dizzy, and never combed or smoked.
i get up behind his flight, and watch whoever he points out.
like a madman watching your sins,
be scared..

i love your...

-i was gone for a sec there, you were saying?
-i was telling you about my wife, she is a real pain.
-she is IN pain?
-no man, i want you to take her
-no shit?
-no
-that's all you had to say. from now on, i love her man.