Automatic writing – test 1 of 100
1.walls make sun dead breaking thought over random man wake up for reality life of good enough and sometimes hurt builds worlds out of nothing and tiny into big
2 .boredom child fall pregnant birth a life way make a road many roads
3 .colour the time in pen or pencil – regardless of convictions jail sentence grow trees make unbelievable the real idea…yes here world seem beyond false
4 .war family sucking bombs for juice in metal tin god cold steel boat house heart that sinks to the perilous Dead Sea red sea of blood red mistake, no brain with out heart and foot movements
5 .wheel chair bound psychical limitations of the mind and body but that’s life in a box waiting to fruit up all the trees of the soul and build gardens from the soil of the dead who live on in minds which are still beyond recognition unknown and expanding but worth more than nothing is dead that is alive
- Maybe yes is now or never die before you’re finished speaking
7 .keep fridge door closed, don’t freeze tears, don’t melt sorrow upon the fire with chocolate, never kiss boys upon the sickness of childhood memories, never live inside a box for more boxes to live inside you
8 .keep everything a mystery – that’s God. A man inside a question mark, held up to the light and invisible, can you see him, see, look, yes, he’s there, where the eye can’t see plain enough
9 .death of children in Beslan in Russia; what is the world doing to its self and its future already foretold and going there peacefully world the danger lies in actually now! Fighting into silence and bombing into tranquillity nothing the only option untried is to try no more no more need be tried
10 .drunk wet flower turns its head under the weight of its petal colour humour laugh, in the alcohol of joyful pollen; joyful madness in sobrieties day off
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Naked youth angel dead body afraid of skin dying possibility in time ashamed of age sweet nudity supple boy they are all ashamed of youth
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My cock inches thick wide and so slide it into your Clyde and down the river go go, down and up head for joy!!
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Smoked piles of weed high piles of mind high lungs high higher than smoke makes spirit seem possible smoke for decades endlessly smoke, smoke and found mind in corners smoked
14 light top in air the widow king I the god for load strumming dead the ached name on the longish fuck hell white god.
15 Magic the sun for six even illumining stop kill eating hundred genocide the thesis white and for queen angel lies body shadows gay lies all men hide uncover side show touch feel hide guilt kill drink masculine drink muslin muscle burn muscle cock show cock real cock man cock tough cock no emotion show me your balls man new woman
16 Without thinking thought edited my heart into decimal points of ok so you have a splashed soul torn apart and now anything is identity don’t ask me questions you can’t answer love love is a fucking mystery and you can’t suffocate it
17 conscious light o thin paper of the mind surface, surface is all deep is only deep is surface surf it and realise the surface is the soul and the surface is the soul and the surface is the soul for things to dance upon it upon and make thin the deepness thickness thin seem and be and seem and make surface all whole more deeper than seem and more true than death and surface is where we all become and change and nothing is unitary for longer than memories allow whole seem you are a cloud and more than a solid block of body
18 sweet sweet sweet pineapple soul sold to the man in the dark hat who his hiding from his wife who ate his cock and spat it back at him and made him cower and she became the man and he became the lady and now they change clothes at night both cry in secret
19 mad mad mad washing lines around suburbia like telephone lines too many clothes hire a God to iron them for you its reasonable its totally fucking reasonable reasonable ate the world and shat it out and stomped and stomped on its tiny sex organ until it was neither recognisable as a man or a woman wash your clothes for the morning shift
20 utterly artless after the millennium someone killed the formalism and now art is dyslexic and totally illiterate and now anything passes for a monster piece and God is plagiarised all over the world everyone thinks they are right but only I am right and only Art is right and art is dead in the night and the light and everything is concealing its self behind total chaos and formlessness – lie
21 educated from the pages of textbooks I’ll have the degree please with a side salad of EGO spread over a thin ciabatta of sexual repression – kiss me boys and girls – kiss my body landscape degree passed at born ridiculous idealism no its true its totally true of all body intelligent geniuses
22 futures shall reveal the secrets of the past and sleep shall startle awake and take off its clothes and jump deep into its soul and blush, blush, blush at its bashful hidden secret evil sick of itself heart