shapes

a triangle is a space where three ill people's faces are combined into one

a square runs
trips over every step it takes

a circle cycles
went too far

it will grow

let's bash it let's bash it
let us bash it so it's flat like a peach on the floor
let us suck it up let us suck it up and we sing with our mouth about it
let it grow , it will grow
when it grow it will grow out of the floor

household killing field

everything is on in this fucking house
the oven is baking my soul
the kettle is shouting my name
the stove is burning my ash
the light is shining my third eye
my red heart on the shelf
it is red somewhat black
what other do i ask for
my heart is red and black
and the fridge
it closes me inside

hoover love

i can swallow a hoover that will suck me in
i can swallow it again but it will suck me in again
how small we get to be by the end of it
fuck the world will be vast and immense

of desire

at first none of us had any certificates,
no one needs to be proved that they were born, or dead
nor they were short they were tall or they were shorter on the left and taller on the right.
everyone runs around naked and pick fruits from any trees
climb any mountains or drink any water
they sleep and sleep and sleep , or they are awake awake and awake
until they play that game called desire they never knew that fruit could taste like nothing or
water could smell like everything and they were sleep awake and awake asleep.
their heads float from their body that they can't hear anything .
you see , that's why they need certificates , so when death calls, they can't escaped with or without the head floating. 

unfortunate objects

there is a toilet in Amsterdam airport that swallowed two mirrors while they were face to face having an infinite intercourse.

orbit

 too funny of a performance

found pictures of primary school classmates。 they are so strangely taken, tinted with tears 。

we used to ride these , I wonder where they'd gone, there were good fun.