Europe.

nine mirrors in the room and my friends in one bed.
some things are so unbelievable.
smashing pumpkins, look at us.
crushed velvet, leather, and denim, like.
we need another, please.
try walking like clockwork and nobody will ask,
'what time is it?'
'wha?'
'is it diamond or moose?'
'wha?'

for the championship,
i'm gonna go have that cig.
'damn, you are the champion.'
there will always be an asterisk.

**

'what do my fingers smell like?'
'like human flesh.'

**

bitches know what they gotta do.

smashing pumpkins faggot.

lost puppy sleeping in a bed of white linens –
he feels at home.

**

the special ingredient is bailey's.

try bending over backward through the window after this email.
let's hit him in the crotch!
'would you like this feeling?'

who wants to kill jimmy carter?
conflicts of the major kind destroy the

'did you know that without smokin' weed farming is boring as shit.'
'did you know everyone at the G20 got dosed with mdma?'

if you could marry her, wouldn't you fuck her?
if you could marry her, wouldn't you fuck her?

hitler was an avid stamp collector – stampologist.

**

how are we world-rich?
give me the other language.
language of the others.
i need some bread.
lord, we take photos incessantly.
we are so beautiful.
chocolat. chocolat. chocolat. chocolat !

ooh in the sense of where.
the feminine the.

if you've been to england don't answer this question.
what is an oyster in london?

**

bears drinking shit tons of guinness are wacky-ass.
'i'm like high and drunk on my visa card.'

traveling
fuck the person who took that picture, fuck them
we'll be dancin' yeah
dancin'

crow? pigeon? ravens in the park.
nevermore.

'what do an elf and a screwdriver have in common?'
'neither of them are a blade of grass.'

***

swords have incredibly fine tuning.
can you hear the music 50,000 feet below us?

can we paint up here?
do we have foreheads to touch?
I like this speed.

I like our eyes, same colours, but how?
let’s make mountains with this blanket.
would you like that?

electric water is the air is
the gleaming sword is
the lightning bolt is the madness of
a biting lip and a call
at midnight – I almost slipped
but I walked it anyway I walked it
at midnight, you called
– a primary –
a primary number? –
like waves, we float just above, just below.

***

he is
a wizard
mixing concoctions
from digital dust.
he is
an alien
with an extraordinary
residual thrust.

***
In Paris, we write songs about ex-lovers.
In Paris, we cut our manes for them to grow.
In Paris, we sunbathe in parks with wine.
In Paris, where everything is a show.

In Paris, we wear feathered hats.
In Paris, we dance and smoke with the moon.
In Paris, we steal white chocolate bunnies.
In Paris, where nothing is soon.

In Paris, American rock spilling out of windows.
In Paris, I can’t remember my dreams.
In Paris, we will all sleep in one bed.
In Paris, where nothing is as it seems.

In Paris, don’t you know,
you must give it a go.
In Paris, don’t you know,
you must give it a go.

***
It’s Bowie, man.
It’s fucking champagne!

***

wine all the time makes my mind criminal.
you think I am ‘so elegant’ on this metro.
I wanna give my body
to the noise
to the noise
I wanna give my body
to the noise.

clouds like never moving cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.

we were living in the streets like packs of dogs
looking for packs of cigarettes
and a chance to shine –
(we’re all waiting in the waiting room.)
I try so hard to make it real.
for you I keep my promises.

and when the roses all dry up,
your friends will sing songs your
once-lover once sang.

The roses are wilting
The roses are wilting
The roses are wilting

Holy shit! I’m swimming in your eyes!
I am in no hurry to walk away.

How does it feel?
All shook up.

***

‘What are the 3.9’s doing, that’s what we need to think about.’
‘If we bring beads, can we see tits?’
‘This guy’s clearly a villain –
he’s rolling dice.’

Change is across the street from the green house.

Why are we all so tired?
mud on our sneakers
I got sand in my eyes.
the tallness of things,
ideas stretching into dreams
is this really what we call life?
obvious human.

la la la de la dee dee dee
la dee dee dee
la la la de

could we be hitching with vampires?
we’re not meant to be at this altitude – it’s inexact.
do you know what I mean?
the Ice Hotel construction is pure snow and ice.

we were living on in by the
seat of the collective pants
thriving by walking
and while the moon gains light
Amsterdam in April
coffee and cigarettes
we need more fruit.

we need more fruit.
(we’re all waiting in the waiting room.)

my third grade teacher
he said
‘there’s nothing to worry about
unless you’re writing vertically.’

I cannae be afraid o’ the written werd. O Embra!

the city is a virus.
we are the Memory Collective.
yet we have a physical presence.
what about the humanness?

does the city take more than it creates?
are you part of the virus?

is the city a shadow?
is a city the shadow?

old woman happy in corner of
Amsterdam coffee house
delightfully colouring in some
design on a piece of paper.

american guys. NY caps.
growing up with the scum of the earth –
what is it like?

tourists in a glass box.
hazy scenery. hazy heavy.
air is thick at twenty.
smoke and taste the weirdness of all things.
this place is a five
which is four and ALL IS COSMIC.
you’re not looking hard enough.

always stay in bubbles that can rebuild after some shock.

‘where are you from?’

music can change everything!

‘you guys are gonna die from the smoke.’
‘the water’s fine!’
‘try the cheese.’
‘i wanted Aqualung in Paris.’

shake with the nervousness.
shake with the nervousness and
flex your language skills.

we are definitely not team Düsseldorf.
our mascot is a kung-fu master with no set direction.
except maybe over his right shoulder.

spider’s bite like one in a million.
you spilled on my rug a reason to
wash all I could of your trace
from the place – it’s over.

(&we’re all waiting in the waiting room.)

I have clockwork orange pants.
How can it be true that I see your face
when I’m 3,000 miles away from you?
Should we always be striving for FREE AIR?
You can put air in a box.

You were
red checkered cloth stained with sun
and messy madness ripe for the season.

You asked
you know this girl what’s her deal is she crazy
you asked if I was crazy.

into the forest with the hounds she goes
run elicia run elicia go
run elicia run elicia go
you are no mystic woman use your hands
I am human – will use brain.

Watch your flower beds – they get thorny
when you’ve been on vacation so long.
Ruthlessly, they’ll prick you.

***

The Mediterranean hisses
‘Remember’
in measured whispers
while we find a syringe in the sand
and I begin to view everyone suspiciously.

We are crackin’ down on piracy.

Nina is a high-cut bangs type of girl She has carefully crafted eyebrows. She likes looking at corsets she cannot afford in small boutiques when she can. When Nina wears yellow, be sure to smile and suggest ginger lemon tea. Nina says the atoms are singing all the time. ‘Everything changes’ goes the universal grin.

She’s got a hero in the waiting room.
(and we’re all waiting in the waiting room)
On our words, we stand.
When I am again I am again.
We’ll be dancing ‘til the break of –

Tell me, when we gaze through
our glasses, under
the yellow sun and at
the horizon, into
the endless stretch of ocean before
us, should we bask?

We are nail biting dancers,
delicious young things,
carrying lovedrug chameleons.
We have so much fun.

Tie my wrists Calliope.
Tie me tight with fern.
Allow the birds –
they wish to interrogate me.

blue skunky daisies zip
blue skunky daisies zip
blue skunky daisies zip
tell me what to do from here

(we’re waiting)

it is the artist’s diseased nervous system.