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[20:03:23] kogu elu on nagu hambavalu [20:03:41] kui sa oled just sisse järanud oma elu teise SOS-pilli [20:03:55] ja ei tunne eriti midagi [20:04:02] muud peale hambavalu

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you are not a poem you cannot be weighed with the number of syllables i have cradled on the tip of my tongue on the tip of my pen on the tip of your pen is the shit i never gave
anything but love
start my virtual obsession like i got a pink concussion from a bell hooks love procession mr. lennon's dreamy mission kicking off with hate's repression let the hippies roam and kiss 'em pixelated or high contrast we don't judge, just let the love last start a march and free the conquest this is no means of a contest need to make all people feel blessed --- this is my religion of trust
i'm using superpowers when i'm lonely after hours skipping through the golden showers browsing til my brain cowers these white nights and i'm online all signs say that it's my prime if optimus could do a rhyme - "a bit battered, old friend, but alive" so let's fight crime (be my ironhide, it's time) a caped hippie spreading wild flowers bad eyesight, flying high, hitting two towers tumble down, it's a bad fall, the court's yours, i'm a foul ball it's 69 and i'm off the wall (ten years early!) you're making movies and i'm paula small i bet samus didn't drunk call
me myself and i, we're the ball like a girl and pashmina shawl sucking at super smash brothers brawl we're in it for the long haul
Pryde to Be (Take a trip on my gemini spaceship)
clicking red heels I slide down where we started jumping up like Toto, I ain’t that cold-hearted crossing out the four moons since the noon we parted hide my ass in the net, trying to outsmart it struttin’ and staring all the holes in the walls reminiscing of the times when we had our night calls when you knocked on my door juggling blue balls in that light, under covers you’re not really that tall when you steer my spaceship towards Niagara falls
take a trip on my gemini spaceship on my radar flicking you’re a neon bright blip specify destination and then unzip all my poems, if you fall, stop the record skip flush it down with a gurgle of old spit the afterglow could feel like a bad trip the afterglow could feel like a bad trip waking up at night feeling sore and unprepared grabbing at the dreams that seemed were never there and i can make a face like i really don’t care when you’re coming down the stairs all geared up in underwear but it’s been a full month and it’s really not fair to keep a girl at bay albeit being well aware that your pants are the last i want to see you wear take a trip on my gemini spaceship on my radar flicking you’re a neon bright blip specify destination and then unzip all my poems, if you fall, stop the record skip flush it down with a gurgle of old spit the afterglow could feel like a bad trip the afterglow could feel like a bad trip *Disclaimer: I've been listening to Kitty (Pryde) way too much during this week, so that's what you get.

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Õhk katkisel G-keelel / Air on the Broken G String
Minusse mahub täpselt üks proosa.
Mängin selle maha erutuskerjuse helisevatel puusakontidel
kolm aastat järjest nälginud tüdruku pundunud sõrmedega.
Either
A lingering whist, out of season and just in time. Five fingers draw shadows, five draw closer. If out of reach, I muse fondly, quaver, fill my insides with a soft brush of thought. Rugged texture near my hips thrusts me to a wistful yen for renewal. Let me reach, allow me to open and aspire to these features' unfathomable gentle poetry, a multiform of creatures painted on these backs.
Muidusüüja
Hommikul haukan võileiva asemel artikli: mu sõpradel ei ole tööd või raha ja proportsionaalselt teeb see sama välja. Lõunaks praen kahetsuses et ei läinud ikkagi trammijuhiks õppima - oleks Viidingut kanaldanud ja ühiskondliku kasu aktsiad tõusnuks mühinal. Õhtupalves tänan Teslat vahelduvvoolu eest ja küsin pudrumägedeinsenerilt mitu lusikatäit C12H22O11 ta tee sisse tahab.
Toosama proua Praktiline Haridus loeb ehast koiduni Akadeemia asemel töökuulutusi kuni härra Projektipõhine arvutab eelarve puudujääke juhuks kui maailmas ei leidu enam ühtegi õnnemängurit. (Sigadus!)
Gyproc-sein praguneb undava külmikuga samas rütmis ja ma ei vastuta kummagi eest. Panin end Russianbrides’is juba kirja ja hakkan nüüd usutavuse mõttes vene keelt õppima, sest ma ei ole kunagi tahtnud ehitada teist Titanicut.
Ancients / Vanish
No air-hostess will give us food lest we need it. We're so independent escaping glass ceilings and nesting in damp cardboard boxes. For centuries the musty odor clung to our heavy coats hung on faun horns, dismissing deer and soft antlers as cheap commodity. Between lit bonfires, for miles of wood and stone, our steps are masked by gleaming foxfire.
I'm no timetraveler's wife and as it happens you have never gotten a love poem before it was all over,
while you got the hurt poems and the goodbye poems and the why poems and the cryptic here and now poems which almost said that you got all those before you got your heart back in a love poem stretched wide on a world map neatly folded together. I'm no timetraveler's wife because I travel myself. Trace all roads, or half of them with my fingers to trace all roads, or half of them with my toes and shiver throughout, or half of it. This morning someone told me I'll never be Cinderella, if I follow that path I'm taking, all ten muddy fingers and ten sandy toes, there will be no-one to keep them clean. Cinderella had a prince sweep her off her feet. She could stop scrubbing and she never had to be sad again and she could wear all the dresses she wanted and she never had to make another decision and she could eat anything she desired and she would never have to worry her pretty little head and she had a loving man beside her forever and her feet never did get even one size larger even in old age and someone washed her feet, and took care that they would never as much as touch the ground,
and so on, we can be sure of it but of course, we are never told of what really happened, afterwards.
I'm no timetraveler's wife, I'll travel space and time myself and if there's a Little Prince out there I will say hello, I promise.
So that time we'll lay on our backs on a world map and stare high up to the thousands of stars blinking at us erratically and share our journeys there's one light shining brighter than others just for the memory. and there's ten thousand ways that can go but I'd like this one best.

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Me peaksime koera võtma, ausalt, ma ei suuda nende ausaid sõbralikke nukraid silmi ära vaadata ja olen enne kolm korda nutma puhkenud kui sulle ütelda jõuan, et me peaksime koera võtma.
Et varjupaika minna, peame enne vaid selgitama, kumb ostab ühe otsa pileti ja kuidas me üüri maksame,
sest ülejäänud asjad nagu hommikuse äratushelina valik sadade raamatute ühte kappi panekust tulenev hirm ja segadus, hommikukohv, mida ma ei joo ning alatine külalisesineja parmesani singi näol, mis sind külmikus ja taldrikus võrdväärselt ärritab küsimus, kes küürib vannitoaplaatide vahesid või viib prügi välja miks mu kitarr on keset põrandat, kui sinu trummidele ei ole meetritki ruumi, fakt, et ma ei suuda filme vaikselt vaadata, vaid mõnitan, nutan või naeran ning sa kannatad selle ära sest need ülejäänud asjad ei ole mitte kui midagi selle kõrval, et me saame võtta oma koera.
Korralik number klišeesid on mu ära lintšinud. Nüüd luban, et ei helista sulle, kui näen hõõguvalt uinuvat päikest või kui kuu vaatab mulle etteheitvalt aknasse ja kõik on liiga lähedal, liiga terav, käeulatuses ja ohtlik. Ma luban, et ei helista, kui ronin Eiffeli torni otsa ja et ma ei möirga sealt midagi sõnaliselt mõistetavat,
aga teadupärast luban ma sulle üldse liiga palju.
Väikelinna vaprad ja ilusad
Igaüks on kellelegi loodud Igaühe jaoks on kuskil keegi Igaühe jaoks on see üks ja ainus Igaühel on teine pool
ja see on Jüri Tamm. Jürile jooksevad linna kõik kuus naist järele, pliidi ette, tormi, peale, teki alla ja nõnda edasi.
Sellest ei ole midagi, sest Jüri on lahke mees aga tal pole suuremat viitsimist lillede ja seelikusatsidega jamada.
Jüri ei ole ainuke, lihtsalt on nõnda, et Toomas on impotent, Mart ripub veel ema tissi otsas ning Kaarel ei tee ööl ja mütsil vahet.
Nii et vaatame nüüd tõele näkku, siin konnatiigis on ainult 4 meest ja 6 naist ning saate ju isegi aru, et intsest on vältimatu. ***
The Bold and the Beautiful of a Small Town Everyone has someone they're meant to be with Everyone has that special someone Everyone has that other half
and here it is Jüri Tamm.
All the six women of the town run after, to, on, under the blanket and in front of the stove of Jüri.
It's quite alright since he is a generous fellow but he hasn't got much stamina for flowers and dress ruffles.
Jüri isn't the only man in town it's just that Toomas is impotent, Mart is still sucking on his mothers tit and Kaarel can't tell black from white
so let's face it in this pond there's only 4 guys and 6 women and surely you understand the necessity of incest.
there ain't no such thing as a free communion
you're the all-deeming all-forgiving father i never had who flames my incestuous dreams with their absence: a sputter of faces dates and times tied in a string ball. 1. grab one string and walk with it over steep hills through groggy woods under fisherman's bridges. 2. stuff one end of the string in a jeans pocket to remember your way. 3. on his arrival light it on fire to untangle the intangible
Ma tunnen Kannatust keskmist nime pidi, me jagame Jumalat, voodit ja kohvimasinat. Reede õhtul joome end täis, loobime võõbatud seina vastu vaase ja kruuse ning karjume roppusi kõigis keeltes, mida teame.
Sa küsid, mis mul viga on; Miks ma ei taha, et te läbi käiks; Kas ma olen armukade või midagi; Ta on ju normaalne tüüp ja üldse; Aga iga kord, kui sa Kannatusega aega veedad, mureneb minu jalge all tardunud pankrannik ja ma jään Kannatusele aega võlgu.
Kui saad, palun ära helista talle täna, mu krediitkaart lõpetas just kehtivuse. *** I know Suffering by his middle name we share a God, a bed and a coffee machine. On a Friday night we get wasted smash vases and mugs against the painted wall and scream obscenities in all languages we know.
You ask what's my problem; Why I don't like you hanging out with him; Am I jealous or what; He's an okay guy and all;
But every time you spend time with Suffering the banks under my feet crumble and I will owe more time to Suffering.
If you can, please don't call him tonight, my credit card has just been cancelled.

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Igavus
Täna läks kogu motivatsioon OLLA (ja selle varu) kaduma.
Kuna pesemata nõud tundusid lõpmata igavad ja külmkapp tühi ning filmid liiga äraleierdatud ja uudised liiga jubedad, jäledad, magedad ja ometigi kauged, lugesin Sartre'it ja sain temast jälle aru, aga liiga hästi ja selline inimene ei taha midagi lugeda. Soovist oma plaati vahetada lugesin Anais'i ja Henry kirju, aga nad ei haaranud, sest kirest ja armastusest ja kirjandusest on mul täna rohkem siiber kui korstnapühkijal peale tööd. Lugesin Apollinaire'i - kirjandus, seega halb valik - ja sain temast natuke aru, aga ei jaksanud eriti - ta ehitab ilusaid linde, aga ma ei mõista, miks nad lendavad, miks nad laulavad, ei saa nende laulust aru, see ajab hullusesse - või igavusse. Mediteerisin, et tegevusetust ja rahutust lepitada kehal hakkas parem aga vaimul oli ikka igav, tühi, tuim. Igatsust ei olnud, igavustki õieti mitte. Lamaks ja teeks mittemiskit. Õue ei taha minna, inimesi ei taha näha, tööd ega mittetööd ei ei ei ei halb on olla, pigistaks silmad kinni ja ei vaataks, aga mida kuradit sa teed sellise apaatse möhkamiga kes vaataks ainult unenägusid aga needki on tühjust täis.
There are days when I sing out four or five poems like a von Trapp in mating season.
Today I listen and acknowledge that these five poems need work and no Lord of mine knows better how I need a soul mechanic so I give them a saw and a spanner pairs of pliers and scissors and hope somewhere in this dump I find a driver for this screw.