revolutions are poems for which i weep

A woman ac­tu­al­ly thinks if she shaves, she’s got no hair, and if she laughs, if there is plen­ty, she thinks it’s less embarrassing.

A house is a womb, one’s first house could be called the womb of per­cep­tion, and so we trav­el on­wards, from room to room. And life goes on.

A woman is a fruit, if she gets one done she be­comes a bit of a fruit, cake, lost the stars, very down to earth. Love ex­ists as vir­gin­i­ty, a pri­mor­dial is­sue, an eter­nal is­sue, love ex­ists as a sec­ond hand, an eter­nal issue.

Na­ture is in be­tween elec­tric­i­ty and the deserts, yes. The awe for na­ture as the ear­ly ro­man­tics saw it, is some­how, a mag­ick awe for na­ture now.

FOOD, FAS­TEN DAY FOUR, some bread, some sam­mich, cheese and pick­les with a lit­tle less sal­ad then she usu­al­ly does, FOUR bot­tles of juice from Turkey, cher­ries two fla­vors, peach, and grapes. that’s about it. DID I COM­MIT A CRIME? HYPOCRISY???

In all fair­ness you could say “if i would die i would check out” “my” oth­er side.

GOD may be a fig­ment of your imag­i­na­tion? BUT HETHRED, IS THE TOI­LET LADY OF ALL BLACK HOLES OF THE UNI­VERSE. And that, does have the math­e­mat­ics in it of the uni­verse code and equations.

At some point it be­comes un­af­ford­able to have only HALF of the pop­u­lace to sup­port a leader, or some loon rise up through the pol­i­tics of an­tique and in­su­lat­ed reigns, and has to fight for the OTH­ER half, gets para­noid over those, starts to re­strain even­tu­al­ly every­one, and has the po­lice hys­ter­i­cal to pre­serve or­der, or it i’ll im­plode, like it DID actually. 

But nowhere on earth should you have to pay tax­es to beg or to sell fruit, or to clean a frick­ing toi­let. Those have tax ex­empt sta­tus, and if you can not re­spect those three peo­ple in life, then you can call THE POLICE.

 
 

—tris­ti­tia languorem

Flom­mist Tris­ti­tia Lan­guorem eats tragedy. They have many names but it doesn’t change much the whole premise of the ideals. Antwerp, Bel­gium is where home is. It’s time for a fresh start. Copy­right © 2019 Tris­ti­tia Lan­guorem. Pic­tured: Where are the po­lice? (cropped) colour lith­o­graph by Tom Mer­ry. Cred­it: Well­come Col­lec­tion. CC BY.

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