Memories held in hands, between threads. Oral histories rendered through objects.

The Sophisticated Shepherd is a very tall, elegant, well dressed shepherd.

Dirty white leather pants & bleached hair

The breeder looks up, the ring goes silent, he knows the game is up. 920 anyone? 920 come on, look at this fantastic animal. Are there are no more bids?

Scavenger
Hypnotist
Sculptor
Spouse
Singer
Slave

A voice like a trumpet, a full great mouth, the outer limbs of a lion.

Very tall… eyes like glitter… long artificial boots and a golden shirt…
I am not sure if it is a man or a woman…

Gather Green Suck Blue
Gather Green Suck Blue
Gather Green Suck Blue
Gather Green Suck Blue

Signs and tokens from the unknown.
Sublime treacherous entertainment.
The clarity of articulation.
The voice of blood.

I remember thinking that thinking is a chameleon,
changing with the conditions that go on around thought.
I remember the brain sunburn.

Spring of Convulsive Beauty
Symbolic Rubbish Strand
Energetic Language Cave
Diamond Quarry
Yearning Rock
Heartbeat Hill

I'm on the blue side of lonesome,
Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel,
In a tavern that's known as 'Three Teardrops'
On a bar stool, not doing so well.

Look! Over there in the mist, two giggling hikers knee deep in sand with a camera and some kind of a fragile flower. Two starving stinking wenches with flip flops between their stinging toes.

Would we dare to create a radical smile?
a rock solid salute to a suspicious stranger!

Stop blending rhetorics

(On Track. Off Track. Memorising the Mid-World. Walking the Fifth-Space)

Tide life alive

The sea was just there in the perspective mess of a landscape. Moody and irregular, a reflection of the sky, constantly roaring its life to the land.

7th of january
you have an acorn in your hand
it will turn out to be a crooked tree

We are nearly there,
another abysmal place
on the edge of some wonderful abyss…

They are half-hearted virgins...
overloaded alone and unsure...
unruly girls of the wild sea...

The unknown
The unborn
The untouched
The unloved
The unseen
The unfinished
The unreal
The unsaid

One day a rock will become a stone,
but a stone will never become a rock...

All those teenagers, remember them?
They all grew up and up and left the teenage land and now they’re back. Stinging eyes says they’re *‘CHISLLERS’
The tide is coming in.
Were the Prince farmers born in their leather jackets?

Our guest was served in a homely way.
Rich, warm, rich, fruitcake and whipped cream.
He fell into the trap of letting us feed him.
The more he ate and slept, the more he slipped from the frying pan into the fire.

Lipstick on your chin
Write as fast as you can,
spit it out because tomorrow it’s boring.
Like they said… Goodnight!

Glazed Stone
Glitter Stone
Golden Glow Stones
Granite Pillow Stone
Green Gemstone.

“…afterall when you are in the last bloody ditch,
there is nothing left to do but sing.”

Always beginning being

An ovale Hello

You only have to choose a moment

(Vision)
(Situations)
(Imagined extracts)
(Words read heard or overheard)

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