Playing with me |
A new friend again. Hi, can you play this game? I write what I like on your back with this big pencil and you try to do ok. &ok? No mirrors allowed. We all need the no-changes. Well collar...
Posted by Jocke on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 06:36:00 PST |
Hunting Tanja |
I am but none and all will show
So strong in mind
&nb...
Posted by Jocke on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 04:17:00 PST |
Plasters |
I leak& bits of ordinary things looked upon with shallow feelings. Nothing big, nothing beautiful. Just bits of this and that we need to stay awake.
I tremble in my attempts to fetch these par...
Posted by Jocke on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 12:19:00 PST |
Killing a tailor |
A little hand is clutching the remains of my cloths. My hand. The hand of a little man. Ripped shreds of my shirt forms letters, words. Someone manage to stiffen the textile with some sort of starch l...
Posted by Jocke on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 03:16:00 PST |
So strong |
Out of the blue came Soldier, of me, of her. She was carrying. She was carrying and no one said anything. To protect me. Anything to protect me. Soldier, or was it Helen? Who is this naked, vulnerable...
Posted by Jocke on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 06:37:00 PST |
