telerana temporal

colin pantall

The act like a well rounded truth

Across the spacious square at the mercy of

Cafe-snipers

She swings her angles

Her rapturous angles

Mixed signs of a

Cocktail

Womanly caries the male denotation

Employee

The bride is pregnant

death to faggots

overwriten faggots

added violence

death to violence

Sketch of mental process

of collective correctnes

maturation

masturbation

Fight the bully, we are all the bully, when we can

"All" is violent, remelts the given hand

In metal prosthesis

it kept me here

Slept for days in messy pyjamas

it grew in love with me

I obeyed

it fed me

Couldnt have stopped eating

it dressed me up

I let anybody touch my thighs

it bit me

I have a tattoo

Then its not your fault

of course not

Sometimes life is calm and happy.

What do you want?

That leopard coat

and that plastic sun glasses

Anyway weddings are just “something” for girls

I want to leave

The space is smaller every second

Cornered to the shore, i could stay here for longer

......thank you for your patience

Sometimes life is calm and happy.

That is what most people want.

What do you want?

That, that I see, create on the screen.

Thank you for your patience

Thank you for your patience

Thank you for your patience

Thank you for your patience

Borderline reconciliation

with Here

Here

And it wasnt the patience,

conspiracy of quasi temporality

That is Here

memories of melodies that sweeping of broken glass is making

beauty of derelict

unreachable and defying the usefulness

beauty of uselessness

Life is sometimes calm and happy. Ana Seferovic

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anonimus

spassk

matt tammaro

fetie

noah kalina

glen erler

Etheldreda Janet Laing

Je Tu Il Elle Chantal Akerman For more than a month, eating only powered sugar, a woman tries to deal with a breakup: she paints her room twice, removes the furniture, writes and rewrites a letter to her lover, clarifying all she had said. She spreads the pages on the floor. She lies down and waits. Finally, her sugar eaten, she is hungry and leaves. She flags down a truck; she and the trucker drive through the dark, stopping at a diner and bars. He asks for a hand job, she complies. He talks about his wife, children, and sex life. She arrives at the flat of her lover, a woman, who tells her she cannot stay. She says she is hungry, so her lover feeds her then allows her to stay the night. They make love.

rasmus emanuel svensson

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pitir

barbara claustre

gde ideš? u more gde si ti umislila da ideš? utrljavamo sapun sunce nam obasjava kauč tog dana si se sunčao ja sam ti blokirala sunce tvoje ukočeno lice na njemu se odigravao ples i gozba naizmenicno - kada? - sutra ovde se vidi tvoja uobrazilja lepo se vidi ovde se vidi tvoja senilnost lepo se vidi ti samu sebe štipaš a ti? u nepoznatom gradu u nepoznatoj dolini na nepoznatoj kuli u debelom hladu svršio si tiho primaš bukete sa datumima i poreklom vratiću se! a sad si nas rasplakala kao što to često radiš (patetično-životna stvar) htela si da mi iščupaš ruku ti si kućna biljka duh kućne biljke sva crvena u licu i još crvenija na osunčanom stepeništu tako je toplo zamišljamo travnjak sa nepravilno rasporedjenim prskalicama tvoja mokra košulja je cvetna divljina tvoja mokra košulja tvoja lepršava košulja tako je, bili smo u pećini Ali to je bila špilja i šta još hoćeš htela si da ih preslikaš tu teksturu i taj kolor i tu izvanživotnu likovnost (lavova) ali ne može ali ti si mislila da može i zbog toga divljaš htela si da ih preslikaš ali ne možeš tvoja tufnasta je sad zamenjena havajskom prizorima iz ostvskog zivota dogadjaj se pretvorio u žgoljavu kućnu palmu autobusi su mi bežali ispred nosa tražila mu je pare za noćni autobus on joj je kupio kartu ali ona je sedela u krilu drugog muškarca I dobro je izgledao na stenama sunčao se dugo i uporno stomak joj je bio izgreban od hrapavog plićaka dva dana posle toga nosila je pundju na sred glave posle toga kosa joj je bila kao vuna mislila sam da ću umreti sama (onda sam srela Sema vozio je bicikl oko fontane ja sam držala mrtvog zeca) promenio si se često sam te zamisljao samu za trpezarijskim stolom jedeš jedeš tešku hranu ponekad ti je oko izgubljeno debeli tepisi i predmeti od stakla psi se valjaju oko tebe na debelim tepisima ruše predmete od stakla ruše tvoje predmete od stakla posle toga njena kosa je bila kao vuna ja sam svaka od 18 do 80 soap/autobiographical/porno/ western/confessional/film school/high school/bedroom/docu-drama/ action- adventure/how-to/kung-fu/true crime/ romance i niko nije smeo da progovori dok je punio tišinu tupim udarcima

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razapet samo raskrečen sad je na tebe red u ledenoj dvorani topli talasi topli talasi prethode gibanju trupa kamioni koji gospodare su samo posledica jedne traume pola tebe i proteza uvek sa šakom u ustima plakala je dugo i bez suza moj je autoportret majmunski sad kad si ćelava ne volim te više sad kad si ćelava u zagrljaju monumentalnog tate sve tate tate od peska onaj koji je najmanje to :: sprava za vežbanje discipline krdo koje me je izjahalo

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