Introduction

 

”I had to go off to the moon”

 

så springer jäveln runt hörnet med vreden i näven och

Tomteluvan kastades för fan snabbt, whoosh sa det över huvudet över

huvudtaget

How could it overhead pass an asian guy there? He closed his windshield and there was no door opening up the left panel, no. The car had been intricately moved from one place to another, it’s almost as if the motherfucker planned it all along. Yeah this wish pizza better be good. The only thing that could turn me from page A to B is the desire to kill. The want, the need the- practice partner has checked out. Ventrilo is dead and it’s silent I’m paraphrasing I’m barely breathing I’m a paraplegic and at this point this chair needs to be exchanged for something new. Fresh leather. Black. Shiny, recently mixed with a spray bottle of pubic-hair and the neck just shaved like, Ami cut me well bro.

 

- This fade has never looked better and I thought that my eyebrows pert rude offend me again. The assumption, your eyebrows will look better’, like the memoars were flowing. Yeah the words had never left the cellar no the wine never aged well enough. You did though.

*KISS* *PLACES PORTRAIT ON THE WALL

 

”She can’t talk back.” I thought as I placed my mothers dead face on the flat wall it’s like pissy the yellow’s been faded and it’s coming off in bits but it’s okay, it’s cheap. I’ve had beans every day for four years but something had to change, I eat meat once a fortnight now. The bone marrow sucks out the lamb chop and a bit of oil touches my shirt. The stain evaporates, it’s a gore-tex suit in black velvet, this shit’s fucking hot. Found this shit second hand for 50. Purple.

 

The pace never bothered me so I don’t read books. I have a life. From outer space all the way back, headlock plugged in and now space isn’t all that bad. Air condition, check. Winter coat, faux-fur made for space travel. Sip down the tetra box, ”Yoyo Nasty” it says, on the back; for lovers, magazine covers and illustrators, Just Do It.

- Nike sell pea water now, that’s interesting.

Anyways, going home feels good. Sometimes spontaneity leads to nothing, in space it’s always night and at this point it takes four years for her to reply. She responds more as more slowly at the pace of her heartbeat it took 127 days for her to respond, I sent her so many fucking texts she thought I was insane. A day for me is 4 days for her. Took some time to realize. People ask me why I shoot analogue, it’s because digital takes time into account. I have more lives than I can count and Whiskers is alive and well. She’s only five years but in cat-years that’s 33 years old, for her in space that’s 165 years, she’s outlived every mouse on Earth. She’s learnt to eat dust so she’s full. I’m on heroin most of the time. The pace doesn’t bother me, one year for me is a cat year and there is no way of return. My resources cannot be depleted and there is no noise not a single scratch can be heard just my thoughts and my thoughts alone. And this phone, why did I bring the phone? I can’t throw it away, the station is built to self-sustain any source of energy inside of it and the only way of disconnecting it is by throwing my phone out the window, tornado of vacuum slices my body into so many bits that not even aliens could eat my remains and even then. Even then, would I not be happy. Ever since Einstein proved that energy was One and Absolute, the point of it all was all that was left to require. Even if I die, I will never leave.

- Are you stuck in your thoughts again, Mike?

- My apologies Whiskers I’m learning Swedish and Samantha hasn’t texted me in four years.

- Thats okay, Maria heard back yet?

- She is doing good, the kids are fine. What kind of sick crime is this Whiskers?

- What is, master?

- I have served 165 years.

- ’ Me ’ But you are still alive and well sir its updating, be patient.

I watched the Martian growing up and (Matt Damon, Samwise Gamgee) both loved poTATEos. Mashed or stewed, grease never grows old.

I saved this packet, I was allowed one item from earth before sent off on my journey as it carried a ’risk of infection’. I managed to sneak in a Kindle with every book in the world. One pencil, they didn’t check for that. I chose ink as it never ends in hear. I have only drawn four things on my wall since leaving since I did not know if I would be coming back. Elon promised me a return for the mission but no one said anything. I bought this juice at the station back home and it’s the only place for me to piss. In space liquids disappear I’ve found. I drank the juice and turned the box into a Dechamp. Wolves rabid, wolfs and rabbits in the snow I have chased down every path of my brain and this is what they condemned me to…

Whiskers waves their tail and looks to the left with a sigh.

Introduction

 

”I had to go off to the moon”

 

så springer jäveln runt hörnet med vreden i näven och

Tomteluvan kastades för fan snabbt, whoosh sa det över huvudet över

huvudtaget

How could it overhead pass an asian guy there? He closed his windshield and there was no door opening up the left panel, no. The car had been intricately moved from one place to another, it’s almost as if the motherfucker planned it all along. Yeah this wish pizza better be good. The only thing that could turn me from page A to B is the desire to kill. The want, the need the- practice partner has checked out. Ventrilo is dead and it’s silent I’m paraphrasing I’m barely breathing I’m a paraplegic and at this point this chair needs to be exchanged for something new. Fresh leather. Black. Shiny, recently mixed with a spray bottle of pubic-hair and the neck just shaved like, Ami cut me well bro.

 

- This fade has never looked better and I thought that my eyebrows pert rude offend me again. The assumption, your eyebrows will look better’, like the memoars were flowing. Yeah the words had never left the cellar no the wine never aged well enough. You did though.

*KISS* *PLACES PORTRAIT ON THE WALL

 

”She can’t talk back.” I thought as I placed my mothers dead face on the flat wall it’s like pissy the yellow’s been faded and it’s coming off in bits but it’s okay, it’s cheap. I’ve had beans every day for four years but something had to change, I eat meat once a fortnight now. The bone marrow sucks out the lamb chop and a bit of oil touches my shirt. The stain evaporates, it’s a gore-tex suit in black velvet, this shit’s fucking hot. Found this shit second hand for 50. Purple.

 

The pace never bothered me so I don’t read books. I have a life. From outer space all the way back, headlock plugged in and now space isn’t all that bad. Air condition, check. Winter coat, faux-fur made for space travel. Sip down the tetra box, ”Yoyo Nasty” it says, on the back; for lovers, magazine covers and illustrators, Just Do It.

- Nike sell pea water now, that’s interesting.

Anyways, going home feels good. Sometimes spontaneity leads to nothing, in space it’s always night and at this point it takes four years for her to reply. She responds more as more slowly at the pace of her heartbeat it took 127 days for her to respond, I sent her so many fucking texts she thought I was insane. A day for me is 4 days for her. Took some time to realize. People ask me why I shoot analogue, it’s because digital takes time into account. I have more lives than I can count and Whiskers is alive and well. She’s only five years but in cat-years that’s 33 years old, for her in space that’s 165 years, she’s outlived every mouse on Earth. She’s learnt to eat dust so she’s full. I’m on heroin most of the time. The pace doesn’t bother me, one year for me is a cat year and there is no way of return. My resources cannot be depleted and there is no noise not a single scratch can be heard just my thoughts and my thoughts alone. And this phone, why did I bring the phone? I can’t throw it away, the station is built to self-sustain any source of energy inside of it and the only way of disconnecting it is by throwing my phone out the window, tornado of vacuum slices my body into so many bits that not even aliens could eat my remains and even then. Even then, would I not be happy. Ever since Einstein proved that energy was One and Absolute, the point of it all was all that was left to require. Even if I die, I will never leave.

- Are you stuck in your thoughts again, Mike?

- My apologies Whiskers I’m learning Swedish and Samantha hasn’t texted me in four years.

- Thats okay, Maria heard back yet?

- She is doing good, the kids are fine. What kind of sick crime is this Whiskers?

- What is, master?

- I have served 165 years.

- ’ Me ’ But you are still alive and well sir its updating, be patient.

I watched the Martian growing up and (Matt Damon, Samwise Gamgee) both loved poTATEos. Mashed or stewed, grease never grows old.

I saved this packet, I was allowed one item from earth before sent off on my journey as it carried a ’risk of infection’. I managed to sneak in a Kindle with every book in the world. One pencil, they didn’t check for that. I chose ink as it never ends in hear. I have only drawn four things on my wall since leaving since I did not know if I would be coming back. Elon promised me a return for the mission but no one said anything. I bought this juice at the station back home and it’s the only place for me to piss. In space liquids disappear I’ve found. I drank the juice and turned the box into a Dechamp. Wolves rabid, wolfs and rabbits in the snow I have chased down every path of my brain and this is what they condemned me to…

Whiskers waves their tail and looks to the left with a sigh.