uuuuhhh i love the MCTG aka markov chain text generator

find it here or in a thousand other places
for real, it's everywhere
suddenly everything is beautiful, once the words are re-arranged to fit a pre-determined algorithm based on probability (i think?)

some selections: (basically, you put in writing and it re-arranges it according to what word will more likely follow another. so, the more text you put in, the better, i.e. the more it has to work with)

 at least i want to say that runs through my memory, or make it but i remember the snow's fallen on the whole mess of some sort

could have been the image is this: one hand cupping, grasping, holding onto the airport, or along the same that runs through my memory, or along the United States

i remember the water, but scribbles can also drown a favor

i doubt that you ever slept but in it comes from my legs like butterfly pulp in this is this: one hand cupping, grasping, holding onto the patterns of living-together involved and i can also drown a while, see the pattern

what could have held the expanding mattress 

or during our every conversation, you dig down again with someone else’s i am trying to, wait, did you dig down my skin like sweat,

i guess i could write like this myself.

tooth-steel

what have ______

              they have held the

i recall (i think) the pattern of your habits

i know how you wake up (when) at least i think i do

when do you want to eat breakfast, then? or make it - it takes a while, see

i want to say that i remember the patterns of your words

moods

of your moods

or even better, the patterns the white blanket square shapes made on your cheek as you slept but i doubt that you ever slept on it in this romantic way

i can see the pattern on the steel now as the snow's fallen on it but can't think of anything

to say about it

i wish i'd made a toothmark somewhere

mhmm

what could have happened and how each day could have would have been

this is corny, i know, but i wonder still

i guess i never told you that i hope you stay with me

that there's an aspect of living-together involved and that we see

each others sleep-drowned faces submerging from heavy duty

dreaming each morning;

i'll

       i'll

    i'll make myself breakfast and lunch while you dig down again with paws made of gold

plummet into the unconscious to say only, I staid up later, no matter

                 (no matter)

no matter, i'll kiss your forehead eyelid lips still and 

       (.. you)

leave you drowning in my sheets, the expanding mattress

until i come back to save you

en liten oppdatering

photo from signe.


- jeg kom nettopp hjem fra en lang reise. det er vanskelig å tilpasse seg en ny-gammel hverdag.

- jeg lurer på hva jeg skal gjøre til høsten. de tingene jeg virkelig vil er liksom litt urasjonelle.

- jeg leser johannes og markus evangelium for et klasse jeg tar, og lurer på om gresk er noe å studere.

- jeg merker at jeg gjerne vil bo et sted hvor det er lavere hus, færre mennesker, og kortere avstander. mer direkte blikk, høyere latter, stillere netter. mer tid, mer grønt, og morgener hvor jeg kan se alt av himmelen.

- jeg tar ulogiske avgjørelser fordi jeg virkelig vil treffe broren min. det føles viktig. 

- jeg har begynt å lære meg å ikke tenke så mye på fremtiden, jeg lærte det nylig. akkurat nå som det føles som om det eneste man burde bry seg om - på slutten av en utdanning.

- jeg gleder meg til mer sol.

- jeg tenker på ting jeg ikke er helt klar for å skrive om her.

e.rose (poem)

a poem

by e. rose (hint: it's a pseudonym)


i am trying to catch you,
but in catching you something else slips between my fingers like
little, slick dew drops of oil;
i bake meaning into our every conversation, you wear me and I’m
pleased, but it’s not
enough;
see, see, see, you say do you see that this is me that you can
hear and;
but i can’t touch you, so the experience drips down my legs like
saliva: it comes from my skin
like sweat, but it’s a lot thicker, it must be something else


in our minds we sweep downward into a giant’s arms - they were
yours all along! i didn’t
know,
i screamed;
they are yours, i said, and you took them all off with
buttercream fingers that
slipped down my cheeks and into my neck;


it was hard to breathe at first, but I got used to the sensation
of gloves curdling around my
body like milk too hot. i drowned
it was like a little gentleman developing a larger scheme; he
interfaced all over me
my guardians, it was way too much.


there is so much to see, there is really a whole lot, but
scribbles can also drown a grown
man, he doesn’t even need to be up to his knees in it


wait, did you hear that? a slow murmur of several thousand
silver heartbeats - silver in the
sense of mist coming in from the lake in the morning; you’ve
certainly seen it, if not with your
own eyes then with someone else’s
i think it’s your heart, and it’s buzzing like a tiny alligator
coming out of the water, but hey, at
least it’s still beating


say, could you do me a favor? it’s not my concern, per say, it’s
about a mutual friend. she’s
lost... i guess i’ll find her eventually, but she got lost some
time ago, and there has been no
turning back
she was a god and i lost her