Some thoughts in disproportion to what I am seeing:
A pot of jam.
Where is my mind.
On the end of thinking.
This is how long a breath lasts.
Starving in the belly of culture.
Think.
Thank.
A handful of disappearing hours nothing sweet nothing adding zero.
Minus.
Plus.
A bowl of figs.
Done my best.
No entry.
Yes.
Questioning a world full of questions.
How to question the questions of this world.
Which bird nests on remembered words.
Where are you.
My word.
Splinter removalist.
Every first thought shall be my action.
Every second thought shall be my life.
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Every fourth thought shall be my love.
Every fifth thought shall be my undoing.
Every sixth thought shall be redone.
Every seventh thought shall be my hope.
Happiness.
Gag.
On the end of thinking.
Boy I am scared.
What an addition to company that would be a rat long dead.
Balance life on a blade of grass.
365 days.
5 hours.
48 minutes.
45.96768 seconds.
We have all the time in the world.
Eternity.
Infinity.
Never ending.
Immeasurable.
Endless.
One way.
Let’s call it a day my friends.
Breathe.
Actions for a perfect day.
Of the damned pour milk on the sight of terror.
I dig for myself.
Eat.
Happiness is the vehicle of the revolution.
Swallow.

Franz Ehmann is so awesome.