choose life

We sat in the lob­by of the space­ship and all the smok­ers were cough­ing at the same time.
Mom­my and dad­dy in­vest­ed in IKEA but there was no way to win should they buy the garbage or lose on the stock?
They bought all kinds of good­ies for the week for lit­tle kid to stay afloat.
He did­n’t have any mon­ey so there were fairs and there were the economists.
They were made of cheese and of all kinds of things so they of­fered to pay the gro­ceries for a deal.
I start­ed pay­ing all the cheese mon­ey cause I thought it was a great idea.
All the fridges on display
Mon­ey on display
They were all stack­ing the cheese in them.
One sales­man had a whin­ing head in the dis­play too.
Oh my we are com­ing near the land of evolution.
A half torn part of hu­man was leav­ing from a door
We said oh my
Let’s save you
And she went no no no no no
And we went here, we’ll help you and opened the door
AndWHAM half her limbs tore off with mo­tor rac­ers fly­ing by
This was the land of evo­lu­tion hear them roar.
They were jault­ing and speed­ing about.
In a gi­ant circuit.
Who­ev­er dies first loses.
They were ar­gu­ing constantly
Oh yes with that mon­ey you got
I’ll beat you.
Oh that bruise i gave you when we crashed just now looks terrible
It might be­come some­thing permanent.
Mean­while, by this time I was tak­ing my lit­tle strange duck­ling aeroplane
And mak­ing sounds of an air­plane through the sky.
I want­ed to go to the land of Jezus.
And mom­my, I al­ready told her, did you see how you fucked up mommy?
She gave the kid a lit­tle plane while he re­al­ly want­ed an angel.
Christ was not com­ing now.
Now maybe he’ll sleep
maybe where the mer­maids sleep.
And the econ­o­mists said you can do it.
And the large kid that birthed the lion in his scarred bel­ly it was visible.
They said to the kid you said he was fat!
But he in­sist­ed he was birthing a lion.

—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. Col­lage by Mehallo.

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