"Behind every system, behind every rule stands a corpse and laughs. You can't tell me who I should sleep with. I don't work for wages. My life is a revolution... My life is a beautiful life... What you call freedom, I call waste... I will continue to love my own voice. If everyone becomes me, everything will collapse."

Bruno K. Ă–ijer

Friday, October 29, 2010

Filth is our Enemy


Squeaking sound of leather entered the room. All of the surroundings muted. Nothing was left to observe. The darkness spread it self. Gaining and giving away control. Expectancy. Passports. Postcodes. Case numbers. Unit numbers. Fill in the profile. Fill in the questioner. Fill in the death certificate. Fill in the leave of absence. Fill in the gift card. Fill in the box with your name and surname. Marital status. Your location. You sign your self in, we sign you out. You are in our care. Rail-cards. Stolen property. Infections.



Answer the questions one by one please. Have you finished with the form? Table cloths. Silverware. Old plates and the smell of rotting garbage. Putting fingers together. Applications. A+. Dots. Partly in. Out. Mother nature is a whore. She charges by second. Your meeter is running. Dear. Unions. Lies. Time and meal tickets. Suddenly there are preferences and time limits. Suddenly all the fairy-tells where told in the sing language. Confused footsteps. Hemoglobin. Violence. Spoons. Forks. Plates. Wasted. Wooden floors covering the wrapping papers. Loose feet in the air. Prettier. Better. With a ribbon on top. Abilities. Instructions. Conspiracy.




What we live in, is nothing more, then a mazed survival instinct. Dictated in the kindergarten and fed with mothers milk. Today has no philosophers. Praying for destruction. Foolishly. Drugged. Muted. Reading pages of the dead man. Falling in love with old times. To ignore the meaningless present. Sleepless night #3. Insomnia will kill the living. Sand spills through the fingers. Tissue and ruined papers on the walls. Fire alarms are to sensitive. Insurance is not paid. No legal rights. No present perfect continues. A wish to find each and every vain. To make them confess! Keeping secrets of the enemy. To burn it out from them. Like a long diastase phone calls and electricity cords. Voltage. There is still a chance to let them out.



We are the one that strangle your kids and wait for the outcomes. Empty shells of foolishness. Wishes to change the body suit. Never intended to be. This way. Other way. Right - Left. Cross over. Last cigarette before the sentence will be cleared. Re-red the words. Spoken in the past spiral. Whore in translation. Put the shoe down. "We must use our brain". The sample of 2004 speedcore remix is whispering. Shouting. Kicking. Licking. A fist fight. ON!!! Room is flickering in motion. Shifting. Save the last drop. Before the santa appears in his greasy gear. Don't entertain the neighbors. Santa put his sack down. Santa is ready. A pencil. Santa carries a Bible. Put the movie on! I film santa strip. Holiday spirit. I wish you would wear a plastic bag over your head. So I could have all the dreams to myself.





Sniff sniff, who's there? Alice appears in a torn dress.




Good night and god bless,
Sonia Dietrich

1 comment:

WowWowClouds said...

I love the last paragraph!

sniff sniff