brighter shasow

The reality of my imagination is a drowned line which the pigeon pooped on.
I coughed my funny fears with traces of sweet purple blood that shaped the word expired love on the dry floor branded with MADE IN VENUS barcode.

my waist expanded with the lines of the crew that worked on creating my belly button...there they hid in the core of my USB fridge, with fat data

The sticky sugar is not my favourite...DAMN IT HURTS
It hurts as much as the itch inside my envious brain drives me numb of the ants crawling in my veins., the peacock standing on my nose spread its feathers to tell you absolute no..in the grey matter ..your mental abuse matters it crowded my patriotic statues that hails racism..your ideolistic unrythmic poem did not fit their criteria...standing next to the old red lady shedding waves from the cans that stabbed her from the last shit I took in the stall

the white rose is desaturated

I exhale the tar i hid last month in my wide open cuboard, please untie my little toe from the chains that tied it instead of your big clown feet...

I caged the blind pigeon to set it free to the truth of my unwanting desire to leave...but did

It's done, I told the the third wall in the basement not the fourth.

body language.

In the middle of the noisy crowded living room I was disturbed by the phone ringing, tv too loud to actually listen, my sister's friends ringing the house bell one after the other and my parents sharing their thoughts on top of their lungs. I was trying hard to concentrate on my inner thoughts.

Today in the middle of my daily noise pollution all was silenced in my head by Akram khan and Sylvia. The breath taking meditation on love and obsession. a display of speed, precision and tender body power.

It shocked me that beyond all cultures and different regions, relegions, languages and ideals one thing was able to transend all these differences and find a common essence...POWER STRUGGLE ...

I found myself and everyone around me relating to the sense of tension in a starting relationship the height of authority desire and the sudden discord..followed by t

he deepest connection. All expressed with body language that could make anyone from anywhere tear down from a heightened reality.

I think it touched me more because I felt I was there in the moment with them fighting on discording silently hoping to connect....

I just saw part of it on you tube and hope one day to see it live...also recommend seeing zero degrees

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