REVELATION

The gas melts away
and light points
to where beauty lies

NEW THINGS

Nothing is there to meet the eye,
but then nothing connects to nothing and something is brought into being.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it's gone.

DIRECTIONS

If you have a choice, you must always turn left instead of right. It is the right way to go.

But what is right depends on which way you're facing…

CYBERSPACE

1000 visitors in 7 months – that would make my blog one of the least popular pages on the Internet. Maybe I should get a banner up for some stallion gang bang site. That could do the trick. I mean, people who love the truth must be into smut too… Smut with an equine angle. Proud and potent smut featuring very large noses and an unreasonable number of legs… And good lighting. I have to look into that. I might have struck gold here… stay tuned.

SLEEP

Tonight I slept so long I woke up a janitor. Didn't see that one coming…

I suppose I should go sweep the floors or something.

SAVIOR

You are a prime example. You are not held back by guilt, you are not floored by indecision. We're all grateful that you're here. Everything you do is mountain dew, all you want is pie. Your will is beyond your control, your control is beyond reason. Beyond reason is desire. That is why we love you. That is why we need you. You are what we are, you wish what we sleep, you tell where we stand. Our faith is your finger, our will your baring. Outside of this we think together, at times conceited, albeit reverent. But never shy. No swan shall ever challenge us while your hands lie upon our head; our head always covered by sight - never hesitate, never triumph. This is your will. We can make you happen. Betray us now and we will forgive you forever.

COLON

Paragraph no. 2: How to finish a sentence with a colon: Write anything that comes to mind, then put a colon: Like this: Colon: It all begins again with: A sentence that ends in a colon: A sentence which ends in a colon: Here is a sentence that ends in a colon: An incomplete sentence that ends in a colon: With a colon: End a sentence in a colon: The sentence that ends in a colon: This sentence ends in a colon: The following sentence ends in a colon: This sentence will most likely end in a colon: The last sentence ended in a colon, much like: This sentence, which ends in a colon, as in: A sentence that ends in a colon.

THE SECRET

I've figured out how time works. You won't understand, but I'll tell you anyway:

Inside information, behind the curtain, a man claps his hands. For every clap time progresses, and every time progresses time, coming full circle to bite its own tail, mark my forehead as a warning and fill the world with swan song. So it begins to end; by now it moves beyond and straps itself to itself for itself by itself with itself. Until it starts anew.

And that's it.

NURSERY RHYME

I learnt a new nursery rhyme today. It goes something like this:

How is the wood chuck wood chuck wood if the… wood… something. No wait…

OK I know it doesn't have to be about wood. I'll try again: How many dogs would a dog man dog if… no fuck…

How many hows would a how how how if a how… how…

Right, I know I get the idea, but somehow it doesn't work…
How many stocks would a stock chuck sell if a stock chuck… would sell stocks?

OK that's it - I'm voting for the Nazis in the next election.

LANGUAGE

Being wrong in French

is so much more appealing

than being right
in German.

SPAIN

I asked a man if he knew where I could find an Internet café.

He gurgled at me.

I asked another man how to get to Plaça de Espanya.

He gurgled at me.

Then I asked a woman where I could get some cigarettes.

She gurgled at me.


Well Spaniards, two can play that game. You shouldn't have started this.

You'll regret it…

BARCELONA

In Spain no one wants to hear you scream.

PROVERB

You can flog a dead horse's mouth to water, but you can never put a gift horse before the cart, nor should you trade it for a kingdom. But of course, you know all this already…

WORDS

Sometimes I wish that someone would stop me before I use up all the words I know. The prospect of having to spend the last 30 years of my life in silence rather worries me…

TRUTH

But sometimes, I've learned, truth is not a harbinger of horses. It is but something that congests your airways…

WHERE THERE IS TRUTH…

If you find yourself having trouble breathing, there might be some truth in the air.
Because where there is truth, there are horses…

SPECTATOR

Would you be so kind as to step into my TV, so I can point at you and laugh at your shortcomings, your flaws and your appearance, without crossing the line for what is morally acceptable?

NEED

I feel an urgent need to ponder, to ponder large things, things with, and without, taste, that lack, or have, sharp, rough and pointy edges, things that remind me of times in the past when I was happy, and things that are new to me, and to the world, and others still that bring other things to mind, and yet have no connection to those, which they bring. To mind.

WHAT WAS ALL AFTER ALL

And so, just as I thought all was lost, it turned out all was not lost. Many things all was, lost was not one of them. Of the things all was, none of them was lost. Which one of the things all was was lost? None I tell you, none. What was lost was not all, all was not lost at all. It was something else. But not lost. All is all and lost is lost and never the twain shall be the same thing; that is all is not lost, and lost is not all. At all. Nor is it lost, nor lost. That is what it is not. Lost. But what is all after all if not lost? Not lost.

Have I made myself clear?

WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

When all is said and done, there are always more things to say and do, so when all is said and done, 'when all is said and done' is a silly thing to say, when all is said and done.

BIRDS

The birds are birding outside. They have wings.

And beaks.

You cannot trust them.


They lie.

But they know what's best for them. Or so I hear.

HAIR

Hair is not food. Hair is not food. Hair is not food. Why the hell do I always forget that… Hair is not food.

IF

If gold were cheap, if water were humid, if I could climb stairs and the sun is shining.

FOOL

I've been going around with a big slab of seaweed all over my face? For a two months? And no one's said a word? Haha, very funny…

WINTER

One day I am made of snow and standing on the earth with carrot mouth and top hat whilst kids piss on my leg and sing evil songs about gene splicing and tax evasion. In Finnish. Is not particular good day this day. When the time is passed so I can not longer stand in the snow on the earth consider I will consider considering a new leg for myself that I can use to do walking. Gangrene is a form of present which is been gived to me that I stand so long and speak not. Perseverance and endurance yes, but bloody cold I must say.

I see a bird.

A HORSE BY ANY OTHER NAME

That which we call a horse, by any other name, would still nicker and neigh and stuff its nose with hay, but it would probably find it easier to get a reservation at a restaurant if it called itself Steve.

PAYING MY RESPECTS

'So this it what things look like from down here. Interesting.'
A quick nap between the fragments of time, spread-eagled across Aunt Petunia's grave.

The Gas made me do it.

THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

If you look closely,
into the eye of the beholder,

maybe,
just maybe,

you can catch a glimpse


of beauty.

THAT ONE THING

This thing is so wonderful that you're prepared to give up anything for it. And that fact is so revolting that you're not prepared to give up anything for it, for that thing, that is so marvellous that you're ready to sacrifice anything to get it. And that, of course, is so repellant that you're not willing to give anything up to get it; that thing that is so amazing that it is worth giving anything to get your hands on it. That is so disgusting, when you think about it, that you can't see yourself putting anything on the line to get it; to get that thing that is so appealing that it is worth anything…

THE GRACE OF HORSE

Horse says I've been bad. Horse means I must repent.

I shan't!

Horse knows not what it is talking about!

Horse might have a point, sure, but Horse fails to take into account that one has to regret what one has done before one can ask for forgiveness.
Horse is not as clever as Horse wants us to think. Such is the nature of Horse…

So, I shan't take Horse's advice. I shall spite Horse by letting the future have its course; with me in it. However that might look. From Horse's point of view…

VINCENT

Vincent, come back! We have your ear! If you want it…

FEELING

Do you know that feeling, when you don't know whether to laugh or whistle… or talk some maybe. Or go for a run in the forest. Or learn a new language, snog a horse, or snort some carpet cleaner. Or bake. Bake bread. Maybe with a foot, who knows? Or… you know…

Do you know that feeling?

What is it called?

A MOMENT

There,
A moment of stillness.

But will there be time,
in our peace?

THINGS I WANT TO DO IN MY LIFETIME

I want to transform things, such as physical objects, abstract concepts and matters of the mind, into other things, such as rubber.

I would also very much like to be able to knit, drill for oil and touch stuff without protective gloves.

SUSTENANCE

One cannot live on bread and circuses alone. One also needs protein. And water. Clothes are often recommended, but not always necessary. What else does one need? Bread, circuses, protein, water and, optionally, clothes… is that all? Wait, I've got one more thing: Insurance. You always need insurance. And a good pair of reins to keep your horse on course. Maybe also a bag to put all this stuff in. A robust bag that can withstand the elements, and the test of time. I took the test of time once, by the way. I didn't excel or anything, but I passed. Anyways; to conclude – The things you need to live are these:

Bread, circuses, protein, water, insurance, a good pair of reins, a bag and maybe some clothes.

Off you go. Come on. Live some, now that you know exactly what you need.

SAYING

Have you heard that old Chinese saying: The head of the tail bites the snake of the tail. Or, rather it's the actual snake that bites the head. The head of the tail. The snake of the tail bites it's own snake's head of the tail. In the snake. And bites the snake off. And what's a tail without a snake? Or something like that.

Sometimes I think the Chinese are a bit difficult to understand, quite frankly.

POISTAA

With a snip,
Finland comes off my face.

Relieved, I emerge,
a weight off my shoulders –
once again the man I always was.

SNAKE

What is that, snaking about over there? Stop snaking you fucking snake. Stop it I say. Damn, why do you have to snake so much? You fucking snake fucker. Damn snake, stop that snake business. Just don't snake around here, OK? No more snaking in my presence, understood? You fucking snake…

KEEPSAKE

Have you by any chance seen a keepsake anywhere around here? No?
I badly need my keepsake. I need it to tell the truth.
Keepsake, anyone seen it? Stern, light brown, a bit smeared with butter, lack of meaning and fried ice. No?

Then we're all in danger.

DREAM

A scent recorded
with no meaning,
in the moment.

It is me
my past,
and my doing.

In this dream
there is no difference,

and I know
that I kept my butter promise,

through the night.