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THE UNIVERSAL SIGH?

THE COLLECTION OF ALL SIGHS IN ALL OF THE WORLD RIGHT NOW 151102 14:30

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Today I am so tired that I feel like I am made of sand and can be blown away any minute.

Google Translate:

Idag är jag så trött att jag känner att jag gjord av sand och kan blåsas bort någon minut.

Google Translate:

Aujourd’hui, je suis tellement fatigué que je me sens comme je suis fait de sable et peut être soufflé loin d’une minute.

Google Translate:

Heute bin ich so müde, dass ich das Gefühl, ich bin aus Sand und entfernt jede Minute eingeblasen werden.

Google Translate:

今日は私が砂で作られていますし、任意の分を吹き飛ばすことができるように私が感じるように疲れています。

***

When night came, we fell to a brooding quietude, eyeing each other with suspicion, inventing justifications for our dark feelings.

And when I looked, when people moved in front of the windows in the grey light, their shadows cast quickly clattering dark talons across the floor. This only became worse as the light faded.

I forbade them from moving, as it had become impossible to tell shadow from shadow. Or shadow from human.

The disaster was coming. That was clear.

There were shadows everywhere.

When I was at last alone, when the people were all gone, I waited for the disaster on my own.

On my own.

***

Good morning Mr Magpie, how
are you today?
Now you’ve stolen all my magic
and took my melody?
You got somme nerve coming here.
You got somme nerve coming here.
You stole it off give it back.
You stole it off give it back.
Good morning Mr Magpie,
how are you today?
You know you should but you
don’t…
You know you should but you
don’t…
Open our mouths wide.
A universal sigh.
”So why does this still hurt?”
Don’t blow your mind with why.
Why does this not add up?
Don’t let it blow your mind.

Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.

Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines.

None of this stuff is mine.
I throw my arms wide.
Open your heart and smile.
Don’t look so serious.
No need to pull that face.
Always I’m before you.
The cards that have been dealt out.
Moving out of orbit.
Turning in somersaults.
Ours not to reason why.
I’m reeling with this feeling.
Where er’r the current flows.
Precious little time.
Distances and time.
The wind takes all the leaves.
And then it will take me.
The parts we have to play.
I cannot help but laugh.

It’s like I’ve fallen out of bed from
a long and vivid dream.
The sweetest flowered fruits were
hanging from the trees.
Falling off a giant bird that’s been
carrying me.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Just exactly as I remember.
Every word, every gesture.
I’ve my heart in my mouth.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Finally I’m free of all the weight
I’ve been carrying…
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers.
All I want is the moon upon a
stick.
Just to see what is.
Just to see what if.
I can’t kick the habit
‘Just to feed your fast ballooning
head’.
”Listen to your heart!”
Good morning Mr Magpie, how
are we today?
Now you’ve stolen all my magic
and took my melody?

Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.
Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.

Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines.
None of this stuff is mine.
I throw my arms wide.
Open your heart and smile.
Don’t look so serious.
No need to pull that face.
Always I’m before you.
The cards that have been dealt out.
Moving out of orbit.
Turning in somersaults.
Ours not to reason why.

It’s like I’ve fallen out of bed from
a long and vivid dream.

The sweetest flowered fruits were
hanging from the trees.
Falling offf a giant bird that’s been
carrying me.

Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Just exactly as I remember.
Every word, every gesture.
I’ve my heart in my mouth.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.

Finally I’m free of all the weight
I’ve been carrying…
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers.
All I want is the moon upon a
stick.
Just to see what is.
Just to see what if.
I can’t kick the habit.

‘Just to feed your fast balloning
head.’
”Listen to your heart!”

THE BEAUTY, – THE TREES, A SQUIDS EYE

inlagt av den 2015.11.21, under andras, eget, foto, grafik/digitalt, inspiration
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Open our mouths wide.
A universal sigh.
”So why does this still hurt?”
Don’t blow your mind with why.
Why does this not add up?
Don’t let it blow your mind.

Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.

Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines

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  • jag ser in i det gröna, yta i oändlighet, viskande oändlighet, viskningarnas kropp, tungor. det gröna är tungor och ögon, reflexer och rörlighet, fuktighet, ljusgnistor – på vad sätt är jag skild från det, jag är inte skild från det, jag är till i ett öga, allt är speglingar och viskningar, ljus i en mörk spegel vandrar längre och längre in i den speglade skogen

    Birgitta Trotzig

    Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

    Walt Whitman

    Suppression and spinning of negative data and ghostwriting have emerged as tools to help manage medical journal publications to best suit product sales, while disease mongering and market segmentation of physicians are also used to maximize profit. We propose that while evidence-based medicine is a noble ideal, marketing-based medicine is the current reality.

    Spielmans GI, Parry PI. From Evidence-based Medicine to Marketing-based Medicine: Evidence from Internal Industry Documents. Journal of Bioethical Inquiry 2010;7(1):13-29. Available online: http://tinyurl.com/Spielmans.




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