galactic

this tiny story is inspired by conceptsbot on twitter. asked from it/him/her/them what should i write about. conceptsbot suggested that i could write a story about an aquarius and a novel about a bicycle crying.

this is what i wrote:

siur aqua, a masculine girl straight from sirius had gotten so serious lately she didn't know why. why on earth so serious oh why. she did cry often, that's true, keeping company for her - crying bicycle, can you believe, but those tears shed were tears of joy of so many years.

storytelling

x

aug 4, 2017

in 1991 i collected mexx advs that there was a kiss in every pic.

covered a math notebook with one.

this memory hit me in meditation,

tonight.

if i was a dj

if i was a dj 

my name would be 

d.jam.ateur

picking my cheezzi style not from your pineapple pizza

but from exotic 

(yay) 

fruits

hot cherrybananajam it should be

with some elements of

passionfruit

with an amateur and juicy touch

thrilling cloudy stuff

 

 

 

 

drop me a line.

wanna learn.

you.

you are organic poetry.

brilliant rain,

tasty storm

or

thrilling cloudy stuff.

drip drop drip drip drop.

~

oot orgaanista runoutta.

briljanttia sadetta,

makeeta myrskyä

ja

ihmeellistä pilvistä matskua.

kastele mut millon vaan vaikka tänään.

kiharaa ilmaa

hän puhalsi ilmaan ~

sulki silmät

ja näki kuinka ilma kiepahti kiharaksi.

aisti kaiun vatsanpohjan hiljaisuudessa

ja itki pisaran verran,

sen kerran.

holiday mood

she was in a need for a summer holiday. 

she was thirsty for the shore. 

she dreamed of freedom on the beach far away, 

on the beach that knew how to express shameless beauty.

she dreamed of raw winds that knew how to force her to obey, 

angular sand coming in between her and what she wanted to touch, 

burning hair rushing at sharp-pointed eyelashes. 

she dreamed of crystal water, 

strong carpet of green noise, 

minimal waves narrowing sunrays into a size of a twinge.

meri

hän tarvitsi kesälomaa.

hän janosi kaukaiselle rannalle.

hän uneksi vapaudesta tuolla rannalla;

rannalla,

joka tiesi kuinka ilmaista häpeämätöntä kauneutta.

hän uneksi alkukantaisen raaoista tuulista,

jotka tiesivät kuinka pakottaa hänet tottelemaan,

kulmikkaasta hiekasta,

välissä hänen ja sen mitä hän halusi koskea,

ja polttavista hiuksista rynnimässä kohti teräviä silmäripsiä.

hän uneksi kristallivedestä,

vahvasta matosta vihreää melua sekä minimaalisen pienistä aalloista,

jotka kavensivat auringonsäteet vihlaisun kokoiseksi.