JUST ARRIVED... (over a long period of transition)

Sad Horse

What is this horse
Why is this horse
Sad like mine
In depths of summer
Shade among
I fell into sand
Landed, beaches
Tranquil

I saw what I saw
Undone can be
so in forests

Tapped feet, muddle
Water

Overpass,,

when men in rooms walked
with mostly

The only
I could not look
I was in Bulgaria
Famously

never sure

A police check

man of benches

I watched him buy a ticket
I was angry with him

II

Metal scrapes
Vehicular, particular sent
The sounds

I used to live behind a highway

🛣️

Things are different now
I lay on my side
Gathers
Items, more for found
Small shops,, inbound
She pays for a dress but she tells me

It’s a place
But I cannot see

Sad horse,
Compel
Empty windows
Calm, coffee colour
Drinking liquids in the hot sun
Sounds came from his mouth
But I could not tell him
I could not mention I am

She sat here

Swimmer silent

Cries to her mother

lost in obsession

Heey
I’m gone

But I’ll be back

I envision them in the market
she is left in another
She envision the spaces
Sun cream touches her eyes

Ouch

I smile.
With teeth
And it’s not open
It’s not a smile
How much can say

I can’t
I already said everything

Clamber pot
A

Salt
I found Chips calming
Pounding the pavement
With my hooves

As men stares at her

Tail, floating in mid position
When she was open
In other
She became
Productive in pleasure
Laying in sun
Feeling it all

In moments of now

I look to my right
And saw another
She was horse,

now
Compelled by sad, said
Inside her mind
Swimming with the bottom of the ocean

As the doors came off
into homes
I lay in his arms
I see

He too
is

III

I talked to a man who told me he saw a ghost
I told him I did
But I didn’t see him

Shallow water
Swell
Make me large
Open holes
Into mines
Finding

Rock above my head

I felt the dust settle
Landed

Over the passing
Silent mud,
Holds all around
I made my way
Into

Let’s be clear

I’m not made for

What
In preservation
Invariants swell

Larger

I bloat into the sky
As air fills my lungs

Up with down
Clutching what may
Around her is everything

Please look

For more information

It was only a matter of time

“your ran from yourself. Museum. I looked inside and all I saw was myself. I saw a painting of when I was young. I looked different. The dates implied. I saw the clothing and spoke of. All in the mind. I look at a wall and I like looking at it. It’s the first time I stopped. That’s why I’m crying. There’s not much more, but what’s left.“

Okay.
Much more
In time,, river pass. It’s open. Large amounts, small narrow
I fell over a hole into time
Marks on my teeth
Shatter
I felt the presence
Because I was.

Once more
A man smokes another
He plans to marry

As if anyone?
What more

Dark was swell
I felt it appear
As night time grew

The buildings shut their eyes

She missed everyone
She liked thinking

The Teresa green
As she held funny names
as placeholders

Ina mall
I looked around

“This could be anywhere”

she say outloud

I’m sorry
It’s a

Sad horse

👀️

sorry, it’sa

“internal” church bell

Alexander Norton

Contents

Early feelings
Family

I hate singular concept

I watched wrestling
Through my own eyes
Through my own hands
Set tension between our bodies
Eventual lay

Special
Between our bones
As sweat
And tire

I spoke to Earl
We talked about his divorce
It was present experience

So,,
After nine years,,
And as I looked at him I saw he was approaching fifty
It had been nine years

After all
So I guess it made sense.

I studied the tone of his body
As the man who smelled of sweat
Left for the bathroom

I became a ghost
And shut the door

I was always
Isn’t it

Yes

I told earl
Earlier I was getting divorced
It reminded me of my dad
She says

I heard,, it went on for 10 years
It was an accident
Not a crash
No one died
But he left us

Into a single apartment
I saw his house for the first time
and wondered why he chose this over us

I left my house
And into a room much smaller
It was then when I realized

I’m microscale
Clown doping,, pencil
As things that make sense

Coining what may

I fell asleep in the cinematic view
I wondered if we snored
Like she did,,
Waking up and saying

I was watching that!
When she clearly was
Sometimes I would leave her
But I realized it would not be good

As she awoke
Just like her father

II

I was swimming in his palms
Lake ocean
Surprise

Swimming away
And water

The three all stood in a circle
and were autistic
Exchanged cars
And lay on the ground

He played guitar
As they both sang
And she cried in the forest

In current she lay
Craved the touch of her own
As she discovered
Her own paths

The smoke zone
she ate chicken
Emerging green light

Empty tables and seats
I made out with them in the back
As the light came on

Entered,,
A place of hall
With no way out
As Geist would sit
Awaiting their time

I like you because of so many
In moment of letter,,

She set a place for him
With importance
It’s not the only
To see
But to feel?
The weather really was getting hot

And her dad
Was no way in sight
To see how she was doing

II

It’s okay
But it probably
I say it’s okay
But him leaving,,
Was the hardest decision
For her to say it’s enough

He’s never going to change

It’s okay

She said to her therapist
As he said nothing
Feeling familiar on tone
To what may,,
As he sat aimless

With a concerned appearance
Making all the wrong impressions

In time

A man looks at me like he’s looking for an address
Staring hard to see the signs
I carry a book in my bag, with intention
Her beads felt wonderful today
As they swung like pearls

Oh gosh,, intentional bag
Filled to
Awaiting a package

It’s got things in it

I paddle through your mind
As we wade through minor water
changes

I seeked to see
Passed a moment you left them
Into
Found a sticker,,
It made sense eventually
Placed on her new shirt
Gathering the smells of the under carriage
of the American airplane

I wear the shirt like it’s your life
Draped over my shoulders

As you decorate my sensations
Everytime we touch

And speak,, “ “

Yes

It’s nice

A man stands near me
And smokes and it fills my lungs and
I am reminded of

Town farm,, placed among empty paths,,
One way through,, she looks into echoed present
Feeling the dead plants
Clasping her ankles
Held by plastic shoes
That woven her interaction to the ground

We stood and looked at a pilon
Holding electric,, held anticipation between our hands
It was moonlight
And his tears, shed into cups
With ten on the plate
To describe a friend

Holding one another
In steps
Stages,, place me in your mind
As I walk

I see,,
Large vacant,, parts of empty space
Remind us, to beware green lights parking
As they felt the sky
Above them

“We’re here”
He speaks

I go quiet and observe
With tired limbs,,
And see what’s around

With vast empty locations pending
She willed her mind to visions he seek
When he was alone,, in morning hours

Two small cups
Holding
As pinker lights fell into pits
Flames surrounded the area

Passing
As the leaves we’re watching
Watched us from

This place will be used by morning
Large strange,, what
of may it be

A place you share with me
In honor
I place

And lay my weary head upon
His shoulders
And I feel like crying
Into his chest,, as the beauty I feel
When I’m silent
And quiet
Around his beating heart
Felt through us and mine
As I feel and

See,,

I ‘like’ him
With intention

And gratefully hold his hand
Until we can sleep
For another week

The car boot sale

Finish eating your bread, it tastes like cake, soft, brown against my throat. She perched her view to the outside, the tree would drift slowly from left to right. Tires on the ground, moving in transition, past the holiday inn. A child walks past petrol stations, marks them as monuments, heralded in mediocracy, the smell of gas within the air above her. I saw a car, it reminded me of my own, I took the key and tried it in the door. A man drives past, as she parks, impulsivity sparks, and the man confronts her window glass, shatter and shallow in experience. What did he want?

I don’t know,, as she swore at children through the window,

disrupting.

The space felt.

A politicians arrived,, his tie blue,, she prepared her fist, walked into the school to find him. With papers, on the wall,, she was awash from a car boot sale. Loaded within a tire march, touching grass, the water falls, from her eye lids to the sky. A woman comes up to her,, speaks,, asks,, she won’t give her the money

What did she want?

I don’t know,, as she swore at more children through the stall front

I managed to make, I saw her sell her pillows, for over 5 pounds, passing coins, dealing with,, what may,, she spoke to someone. I want to punch David Cameron.

ALLEEXX

Her mum spoke.

AAAS she revealed her. Self as a blue. It is like the sky. Opened up, as she cried,, inner her head,, cup, a tea towel, religious propaganda fielded vision as she became a tree. Eventual brain rotting like the fruit away from the edge of the plate. 210 large glasses, washed by hand. She span in the kitchen,, and fell onto the wooden doors, as she became adventuurrr.

In calender,, another sunday arrives. Packing the car,, clothes she wore for sale, that she wasn’t allowed to,, I pass. I am passing you by vehicle. I break free from the edge of the. Tea towel, held by gates, when the door passed them by, over and over.
I saw him through the glass.

He stared through,, until he saw. As I did.

I imagine him existing. Like the,, the,, edge of the oven, large plastic bin, overflying with bugs, table. <<A cat, cart, al a cat,, closed door, helding clothes. We walked for hours

In the mundanity of Germany.

DE ,, kin, he sits with pages, towels left on the side of the holiday era. As the men spoke, she spoke too, hit tables and screamed in the ether of her soul, via romance and intricity, sitting in a lounge that felt like the end of the world.

It‘s too large. Not selling,, I’ve, one hundred and fifty pounds, enter the garriage, ready to divorce your dad! GO ON,, she said silently to her mum, holding her tears in the holiday home.

A scooter falls into the bush, on the side, the room was small, honda S2000,, all the photos laid out in the kitchen, a metal bucket with deep sand, paraded in scent. A door that often, she couldn't see it anymore,,, as she kissed the hand of herself.

I never knew I’d head back to that length of lake / pond, sent two purple hearts, to show solidarity, it wasn’t enough to, a book shelf, large plastic cup, filled with soap. I ate soap, under his arms as he sweat-

Yes,,

I like this, selling items at the car boot. A way to spend, sunday, a deer scurries across the road, avoiding 3 deaths- as the car didn’t crash. And they stole the pipes.

The midlight, morning, glided like, animal, harder,, noises, I sat in your room because I lo e you, with.

I scribed, into walls, large coffee stain to make it feel, with tired eyes,, I fell in Mannheim, when I was tired,, but still sustained,, by his presence.

I sold items at the Car Boot Sales. But carried most of it home.

It’s not that I’m not used to disappointment

But it’s been a reoccurring theme

She says to her therapist

It was a basic, screening session and it wasn’t really to open up specifics. She was full of specifics,, opened her head for a casing, examination. I found her to have,, it’s often the way. She spoke out loud. She sad, it’s okay to be said. As she opened the window for more air.

Today was the day she’d meet up with the cars. They were destined to move past her, fast, on each corner. Her dad was sat there waiting for her to finish her breakfast. The car was loaded,, a tartan tarp lined the boot but was never dirty. It would hold things like; umbrellas, a six cd changer at the back. She was already ready for dismissal,, as the clock had entered frame. Her hand held the clocks edge and told her to look for other times to see. I told everything I didn’t know what it meant.

Her dad looked at her and said, I remember when you ignored me on the stairs when I came home from work. I said hello and you didn’t say anything,, you looked at me and walked away.

I sat there for a moment and remembered,, it was all going to change. Sitting in the sunlight, she spoke a few words in her head and said,, I don’t know. I feel like I have been taken over my someone,, including myself xx,, you see. I feel I am taking from your enjoyment.

I felt as my dad told me that Michael Schumacher was racing for Ferrari,, but his brother was racing for BMW. She sat there with her Ralph Schumacher hat,, waiting for practice. Do you like mum? She asked him.

He paused for a moment and momentarily thought of saying,, but didn’t answer. Avoidance as he became a chocolate tea pot, melting in the sun, I could feel the pressure,, as I sat there. It felt like I would make a life improve,, if I let him sit.

I love my mum,, she said. It is something I always knew. Tension rose between them,, as he looked at her, seeing him. It was in a white t shirt, I had an orange shirt as well. She hated orange. It was a reminder of,, it’s sticky here. If it’s hot, I’m sorry she spoke,, I shouldn’t have bothered you. It’s okay he said, but questioning she spoke once more. But said nothing.

The pre tide was lapping at her edges and I could feel the water trickle from the bath to the top. Do you really thin anymore will see you like you do? I see you see,, that you see what you see,, about yourself, but I do not see it.

it’s because it’s the practice round, dad. It’s nothing to be,, I am just a smoked cigarette in the mist. I couldn’t see you if I tried. I told you I was mist and you didn’t care. What else would I expect from you?

I didn’t even have science he hated me, nor evidence. I could feel the pressure build. I feel I am suffocating my own life,, he said to her, without saying. I cannot really say, the pressure feels and I can’t.

I want to stare at the fields and wonder if the growth of the grass will catch up one day. I want to measure the trees and see how they match up when I’m older. I saw an estate agent, sitting in his car. He drove up to a sign and parked up. He grabbed his hands and yanked the sign from the ground.

-did you see that?! What did he do that for? Could you feel it?

I couldn’t feel it anymore because it was memory. I was here, now, the memory plays without edition. I held the sun in my hands and hoped it was enough. I strummed my hands and saw his face,, and I went the other way to get to the next directory,, held in an argos catalogue book.

I’m sorry

She said

He said nothing,, the tension was holding.

I felt it in my stomach.

Do you remember when you hit that golf ball over the trees and into the other hole? In the roles of golf manner,, you should have shouted,, one to three fore.

I don’t know.

The lake was open. The water shallow as he told her to take a swim.

but this water isn’t water. It is

I don’t care, Alex. Take a swim

but it will

How many times do I have to tell you?

how many times do I have to tell you?
You left us all in a hole, and gave us money. I don’t want your fucking money. I don’t want your fucking existence. You didn’t become me, you didn’t become what I told you to be,, you didn’t go through what I did and you aren’t my giving clone. I have failed.
yes, yes you have

You could have been. But you didn’t. You didn’t. You did not,, you left us to sit. You moved out at 15,, you left me alone in a house of woman and then wondered why I became one?

but you were always one?

Exactly dad, get it into your head. You didn’t make me; I did. You didn’t make any thing.

You are just seamen.

He sat there a moment. The wind brushed his hair,, as the moment passed. He spoke with quiet. I couldn’t hear him speak. He wasn’t.

He wasn’t speaking. He had chosen not to speak. He had chosen to look up and away and his eyes fell out of his sockets and into my arms. I held them in my hands and I felt him look away. I placed his eye on my fore head and told him to see how the fucking look at me,, look at me. I told him. I presented the eyes back in my hands and he said he couldn’t see and I said.

I held the eyes in my hands,, and I gentle squeeze each eye. I could feel the lids leave with puss and it felt like I was blinding him. I looked closer and I could see him squirming and crying and he couldn’t see what was in front of him.

His body was before me looking for sight, looking for me, but he was already holding me, in basildon hospitals. I cried over and over because I was a baby and it’s how they say hello.

I stopped squeezing my dads eyes. And I saw the red damage cause his eyes to wilt and get older. I grabbed some glasses and placed them and he said it didn’t help. I held them up to the sun but it made it worse. It made me feel like I was killing him. But he had already killed me first.

II

I awoke. As if I were in a dream. I sat often in moments and fell into my casing. I couldn’t say what I needed I was child. I was born. I was not.

I was a girl.

I knew. He knew. He all knew. My mum stared out the window,, held onto the side like a car moving at speed. The bus passes and I missed school. The bikes were made for falling. The people passed me. The vibrations sent shaving down my legs. He gave me my fucking limp wrists. He punished my exit,, by pretending I was even here.

I put his eyes back in his sockets and he looks at me, on the practice track. It was silverstone, the place that was local to us. I was hoping got Monte Carlo but I couldn’t change the damage settings.

it’s practice, dad

He practiced killing her.

But she didn’t disappear,, despite her best efforts to escape, the singular notion of expectation.

She was without him. Awoke she, claim, I am nothing without you,, he told her. You are my only sun,,, as he looked the sky in and said,

The sun scorched his body, tore away his hands. I could see the flesh peel like the notion of science magazines he studied when I was training to be a daughter.

You left me with two women,, and expected me to,,

I wash his skin slowly. Seal his wounds.

I held his head up and he told me,

I placed him on a chair. The chair I saw him in. Held his hand as his tears let from us eyes and saw the last of his days. I looked over to see,, a vision of way I couldn’t ever become.

There were three deaths, but two remained alive. But dead to the other,, as they walked away from one another,, never to see their faces once more.

III

The sun was calming,, as she remembered she wasn’t,, anymore.

The room with two wooden panels
High crane tide,, river bed machine over arching,, reach,, scratch my neck,, I smelt your body make smells and it felt. Small circles places to hold information,, great large mantis, hold wishing arms, into my around the wrong way,, into,, I merge into the sand and feel the rocks form.

It sounds. I heard plastic, melts in the midday sun. One extra tablet,, I didn’t charge you for anything ,, but a conversation for longer fellows and I fell into a crevice of caves that lapped upon his edges. Such edges drew me in, upon free moment move,, she emerged into a branch and says.

It’s an island. I’m not sure.

it’s remote. But struck behind the sofa. I think it’s a sete,, couch,, I chipped the edges to make it more approachable

Never buy anything

There’s always one for

Not so much

Looking for a home

In yo ur arms I found.

Panic wave sensational
Sensational it feels,, to stand outside the gate and see a range of people stand there waiting for the entrance to open. As cars fill the car park I am the only one left. It feels as though the world has been sucked from the world,, and in times like,, it seems that. I held onto the car handle and spoke to her saying,, slow down as she would get aggravated by those telling her, that her sister was hot.

The curve of the edge, it’s a fill with damaged grass and hole in fill as it felt like the people who would grow old and lose their hair. Surely not her, she would always stay the same. Even though her stated changed, into the parent role of her own mind. Telling her to stop doing what she’s doing, so she could finally tell them.

I am not like you! She spoke

Aloud

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Become something you don’t recognize or feel as yourself. We sat in the field and the beetles were flying near us,, they spend their hours by us because they know we’re friendship. Assuming they are like dead now, it was nice to see them in that time as the windier hours came to blow away what felt good. But it’s still there.

She looked out the window and sees a yellow building, a door she entered from and a large mirror. Memory is prevalent prevail in her family as she imagined a woman in a living room, slowly dying. Her body shriveling and seeing and knowing her best friend was dying alone.

I held her hand. I held his hand. And I remember he looked at me to tell me I was okay and he was going to die now. I didn’t know because I was being polite how I was,, even in death she was thinking of what she was in the context of the individuals. His hand was cold and large and his eyes were wide open with fear. She looked up to her mum and saw that she also knew. That this was the last time she’d see her dad.

When he died. I saw my dad for the last time. Standing there in a funeral, pretending we were not alive anymore. She takes off her glasses to disassociate a moment because she can’t see the looks or expressions. It suddenly dawns and she sees her nanny shuffling from conversation to conversation.

He was walking away. She saw him walk away from him and she began to hysterically cry and chase her dad down the open car park. Her hated uncle steps in the way and asks what’s wrong.

“that’s my dad. I need to tell him I love him.”

I go up to him and tell him. And he says that he’s just going to the wake and he’ll see her there. His eyes are blank and stale and uncomfortable. His uncertainty was about, and I felt he no longer saw me. I died.

I didn’t have words. I went back to the car I was meant to be in. Silence is in the car.

“What’s wrong Alex?”

“I thought I’d never see him again”.

The wake is over.

He hugs his daughter and disappears.

She looks at this man leaving,, knowing she’ll never see him again.

They left the world they were in and entered a realm they were no longer in. She felt relief as to.

Don’t need to.

It’s okay he left my life,, but the pain becomes her as she grows into herself. He looks at an image of his son and thinks back to a time when she was alive.

So I transitioned,, what now?

II

Her legs were soft. Her friend told her she was really a woman through telling her the changes she’s seen. And she felt.
I heard words slowly,, slow movement between walk ways in bushes and rustling animals in the over pass above her head. She’s not okay.

III

How r u??
It’s been ages.
I forgot you existed.
It’s nothing personal.
It’s my processing, but I’m happy to see you.
I don’t know when I’ll see you again.
I wonder too sometimes that I can remove myself, so,
In a sensational time of passages,,

Hey,, do you remember when?
I do.
The memories never leave me and I.

,,,,,,, only

CW: acid bile, hormones, reference to a dads wake
Forming bey in sie: try to form sense, even if

She lay to her side and began to sleep with arms sprawled around her side boarded,, the fingers brushed and calmed into dream state sensation,, taking the night off with her eyes. As hormones ran throughout her body,, she felt water squirm in her stomach but eventually lifted above into the bloodstream of the waking parameters.

They paid for a hotel for her. A group, they invited her down and it was super cool!! And this is what I think,, this would have been another six months,, because of this two weeks break up,,

giving some space

It wasn’t like that. He doesn’t realize. Not as a leader but he would have more influence in the group,, there are all these photos of groups,, we had so much fun,, we had a lot of out of work things,, I wanted him to be a part of it. What happened in the next two weeks because we didn’t see each other and I was always available all the time and I was working independently.

She clamored in celebration at her calmness as she lay there waiting for acid bile to leave her stomach to her mouth. It was hard to see remnants as it felt she would grow from the inside and burst. It would move around her stomach and pointed poking pain around her middle. The flesh inside,, wormed their way to a sensational conclusion of waking up, but her eyes were consumed by a figure laying over her. She was not able to open her Augen and it felt adjacent to nothing she ever felt.

I need to call my mum

She spoke,, as the day would pass her in the night time. Never wimpering as she wept internally.

I want to write to you and tell you I think you intrigued me and told me a feeling of being something among,, but alas the atlas has passed into the past tense in my mind. Over come with emotional and I stopped in a station for air. It was too early, I tell you, for feeling saich as the,, tor me to be is never intended independence

She felt her eyes clambered and squashed as the faceless figure extended their hands to her and moved around her organs and contents of inventory. Her body of origin now stagnant and stagnated hard on the edge of her way,, as he rolled over next,, and felt hands among her several hands that were covered in sticking sensation. It wasn’t for stuck, but physically transformative as she felt herself become a woman in a matter of moments,, not to say,, but in the back seat of the car she was able to dress and then come back,, ready to play tennis,, don’t leave the car seat,, she said as she could not make sense of the difference of time between the hours of now and then or tomorrow and beyond her. Above her head held shrink momentarily,, and the window held her as did the mirror pillow below her.

Air was released in and out of her body and laying would release her body as she floats in and out like a balloon,, left as nothing but maturely material to saunter into parading swandles. I saw 1997 and her dad just float up into the sky and fade from existence. I saw the wicket basket in the holding space for air and a shirt that was yellow with miniature spots of time that placed her ina decade. I saw his glasses,, ground,, and circular motions let her off and led her into the boosum of her fathers wake,, walking from her into the sky as the cult lead her away from all mammals.

In reality she was,, but how could she know,, another train passer,, another line of questioning and the secondary sensation held her within a feeling.

I already transitioned. Stop talking to me. Stop taking for me,, I’m not that interesting but I am, please don’t stop talking about me and please,, also, you, Alex answer,, ask questions of other people and let them know you are engaged and enlightened by what they say. You exist ina.
I
Know
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Okay.

Once the air was released in her body she awake and looked at him as he had held her through the night,, his eyes tired but still.

Sticky,, eww

He spoke with joy through his teeth of leisure.

As she lay in his arms for a shorter moment,,before she.

Alter the wooden paneling: a guide

Wooden panel combining into an alter. Into working marriages,, she sat, heard loud noises from his mouth, head lent against glass,, doors left partially open and genitalia somewhat out of sight. They paraded in the summer hour,, waiting for spring,, boards I fell over the water edge into his bath and came clean about what I was doing.

I’m sorry.

She looked over and saw him drift like wood in the water, over looking a nice view to say, what we could be looking at. It’s a fountain, and it’s foundations were plagued with foundational issues,, but we can mend them, surely.

The sun opened up as she looked above her eyes and saw what she thought was actually, I’m met here many times and memories swirl into the engagement of her eyes.

I need to print , she asked the other person present.

I need to get divorced as her head scrambler Scotland and Bulgaria in monumentous occasion. And what an occasion she was,, walking into the room with all the skills of another, echoing in and out she reminded herself she has feet that walk and glided from place to primed spot placement in a secret escape,,, shhhh, don’t say.

Don’t say too much.
Shhh
It’s okay.

Cargo sheets
Shorts in
Short

The Wooden room panel discussion
It was approaching a cold December winter. The logs had been caught, first hand, and shelly went to sit down in the room she had crafted. It was built from a range of small wooden panels,, they began to speak to her through the winds as she heard what felt like american natural scented sounds on the outer edges of her mind. Calmly she sat and considered her movement,, her toes were curling in the ideas of the morning sun,, despite dawn,, in among the present branches. The steam would pour over the air,, she heard. It was early September in passing,, last time she felt concided with the expectation. Her hand plunged into the water below, opening up the contents of the tea bag she placed in her mug, looking at the other mug beside it,, wondering when it might be used. She often dusted the other mug to avoid any dust from entering when they eventually drank.

She looked out to the edges of the window,, wooden in approach,, she folded her legs to a sideway step, thought of side walks, walking in the hot spring,, feeling the solid aroma of hot hot pavement upon her plastic shoes. Caught in the winter hours,, she throws her head back and sees visions beyond what's around. She murmurs and says outloud. Others pass her,, they appear to have seen her before,, this is just what she does. She thinks.

Appearing in the eyes of a moment, upon the stretch she looked through forensic files and opened up a case file. It was hers. She opened the casing to reveal an outer edge that began with the sentiment

”SHELLY, WHEELS,, MOVEMENT PASSING. SHE WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS. SHE WALKED AROUND OFTEN WITH HER EYES CLOSED”. Please open them Shelly,,

Must wind sprang set aside her a couple,, handed her a bumpy ride as she filed for papers and found ink on her hands and felt the bumps through her breasts. It vibrated her and made her mad. She screamed at the drivers and told them to not fail!!

“don’t fail!” She said

It wasn’t really her decision to make. They would either or not. They would and that is. All they could be. In moments of shadows in corners of edges of the womb edges,, presented a boy, or was it a girl? Who was she to know,, she was just a mere banker.

She only had the money in her pocket as it folded softly like crumpled paper and over in her hands,, she revealed tears that wilted from her finger tips.

I see you are here for something,, I think. I could. Maybe. Let’s see. All I know is what I can feel,, let us see?

Be kind

She said to the jury,, I am but a mere mad woman in a wooden cabin. I have not left and my fever fevers so,, I felt the tea in her mug and shook calmly. What revelries I’ll,, I don’t really felt when she was over the edges of the cardboard springs she clambered over, to get here.

Envision express
It wasn’t always like this, she said outloud to her dad as she looked at him trying to get new glasses. It wasn’t always like this,, at times she saw him as someone who would see and do, and times would sit and wait. I was led by him. He led me into the ways of himself and the consideration she could feel upon his tide upon her land. They stood quaint in quiet and inland on see one another as the same. They were the same. They are never going to be the same.

Blue lines under form the thoughts in my mind as the environment claims, have you tried spelling it this way? I look to the window and saw outside. I could see the air make movement from the edge of glass, small pots of water floating in the midst of the semi made building holding them at night. She cherished the small step between his room. The metal frame that held their company together in times of. The walks they went on in lands that felt. It felt.

I don’t know why I wrote about them so,, they have nothing to do with on another. They exist on other planes and one I am boarded. I felt the grapes fell into his lungs and through his stomach that I kiss. I saw the subtle motion between the pigeons and the small balcony they made for themselves. They wake them up slowly in hours. She coughs. It sounds bad,, her feet rest weary, , she sniffs again and remembers what her mum told her.

It was a room she understood. There was a sofa on the back wall with two other sided chairs between them. A wooden fire that was electric. The rug was soft on her feet. The carpet felt frustrating for her and the front door was complied of frustration between her finger edges. I went to the door and tried to open, but it would not so. I walked to the church and stole the money from those who paid into such things. I looked at the grave stones and imagined the skeletons under soil and the oranges that were soaked into the grass. She appeared over the edge of the village to hear sounds come from a couple of voices down the narrow road. These village voices all spoke the same,, wore the same words and slept the same speech in their aspiration. I went up to a man and told him. He said.

A moment caught between the two she remains on the phone as she feels the sounds of shuffling children and noises. Hey Alexander, she pronounces to the room and holds her space for a moment. Hey everyone? She asks vocally. She speaks to her youngest friend and she says hello and goodbye and holds the phone. Her body language shifts as she becomes an auntie inside her own home beside her body. I hear her say, hello Alex, and I hear politeness and apathy in their tone. It was a stage they sat with as the echo palms led them to ways of being in a stage of hating their lives. I imagined her sitting on the seat, frowning and feeling discomfort, as she felt the delusion in her mind once more.

She got moved to the upstair. I heard the voices of men and echoed rooms present and then a voice I hear in myself cognition. She is playing, and I am interrupted by myself.

Would you like to talk to Alex?

No

And eventually she speaks to her.

she doesn’t need to act or pretend. These conversations were boring at best. I respected her decision to speak but not listen and I became a

It’s funny

When I sit,, it feels silent in my ears but I don’t hear anything by the sound of stinging in my eyes. I see them all. I hear them singing carols at night in the midnight hours as they get up and live out alterier motives. I know they only know what they only know. I feel they can’t what they already can. I know that she repeats Alex because she can’t say she.

I sit there before my sister and look at her and see if she looks at me. She squirms in vision and so I stop. Walking away I look up to the top of her head and see above whatever she might be staring through.

We were plunged underwater as the echos began between them,, river plunging water droplets as they drift,, further she sprant from her extension arms under over and with. Echoed in time,, she says to her

I am no longer with you. I have faded. I might be present for a moment but I appear only to your offspring. I appear to my mother,, but you are not present with me in the room. I fill the silence with my screams as I see you float away into the air as our time torched the candles of our home we once shared. Your two sides and my many open faces. I will never see you again,, but you will never see me. Your brother is not present because she never was.

Acknowledge this: for further preset.

Im tired. she says.

Im done being angry,, when skies feel inward and strewn. Air fills my lungs as I whistle past my reflection into hers. I become her. She becomes her. I become what she. I cannot.

She is chemical balance in a department,, designed for changes to occur.

-“internal” church bell

One two three

Over and over and over

And fell

Into a hole in the ground,, before it’s time for her to.

Dogs
(The man showed his abs break system when no one asked)

It wasn’t always easy for her to stand in the same place. It often felt like. She saw the same scenes and the same rituals,, peering over to the man who trades her goods. He looks at the person he talks to, and she sees him, hiding her face and moving to her right.

Intensely shift,, movement to a moment it happens? I can’t seem to see what would. But all she knew were.

It’s not enough, she spiral say. I need more focus,, I spin around in the same movements and expect new results, she says outloud. I cannot seem to see it isn’t not okay, but it’s not okay, do you see?

She sat at her desk and looked at the wall. Because she could. Her eyes burrowed into the walls and transindented into the fabric of what held her. It faded and began to strip off fiber as the shells reigned from the sky into her eye balls and she began bleeding from her eyes as she looked up to the sun.

Rising in midst,, she isn’t okay when it’s okay. But he midst in her mind as she tried to make focus.

Why did she not check? She thank, I knew it would happen, nothing either today so why this?

Shrugged and slumped his shoulders on hers and said,,

I don’t know, anything important?

II

You can tell me it’s wrong,

I accept the prophecy

Of what come may, I felt stepmother September, shift, and thought kommt bei,, empty streets she felt when she was using younger years to live. I felt untwined with my entire past, but felt so removed. I fell on a bike and it landed in the girl inside that could. I felt the rabbits in and out the fences as they came up to her and sniffed.

Sometimes I wonder if she is sad because. I don’t know,, in a

— a

Hey

It’s me

I don’t know, I just feel like somethings changing.

I need to remember wen we were out there, bark crunches under there feet with leaves that pace. The same paths, but theirs.

Hey

I loved it.

coming back’

Wood, woof, so hard to come back

I felt the buildings fall inward and the slopes of shoulders fell like snowfall into my mouth and she saw it all through her eyes. I placed my position in a moving art gallery, but realized the gallery was me,,

shhheee
It’s not about you at all. Actually.

You are one of many, hehe, she see,, I held the words in my chest and I screamed internally at the stage of affair in her current trejectory. She fell into me and it didn’t hurt but I could see what happened.

The grey floors are made for images in mind. As image placed as parsley she never moved, never flinched and number herself from pain and it left a hole in her face that held time a place for where but when,, I can’t tell you, because I don’t know

666,, I called out but only met myself
Small and red horns were still in the midst of throws of winter wanticipation

Can you tell me all I you mean,, I cannot seem to play a theme for you, but I know what it sound slole like me in summer sweating and cold and crying and bold on my.

I’m a bit sad today. I miss the woods

She says outloud

Sex

We had sex on the train

Between the glass

Reflection and I

In minds of sadness

Pools of well, that’s not

I fell into my

It’s hard to see the edges

When they are from your

own

II

Halted

Calmly

Sitting, over standing

Ovations

Pulverize me into sensation

As she left

III

She didn’t get far

And it was already too late

Now his stance was wide and

All the magic of her potential knees

Fell into

I kept falling

It’s like I can’t get up

Anymore

IIII

When feet pass by

Into other

I can never see the

All structures fell

Into dark monument

Repeated sentences

Leave her

Alone

As if pulls her beyond

And removes sensations

Safely pass over the arch’s

Madness swings

Into what made her

Nothing was working

She didn’t even

🃏 The Cards 🃏

Four long legs that were not to quite be as so, felt their way into material form that placed her into a feeling that she. Over the top of her head lay a large cardboard model, held by the side of her smaller body. She was seven years old. She was the only boy in the class and there were 51 other place holders in the piece. The back room was like a school classroom and it held a feeling she’d always hold through fear, tightening her knees in transition.

Being the only boy in a dance class didn’t make sense to her. She had already played football and peaked as a goalkeeper and through demotion became part of the B team. The field was large and had a slow slope that led to the other field where the demoted players would play. They all looked at one another and saw that they were considered the worst. It’s often a wonder what came from their moment together. A player called Myles was allergic to chocolate and she thought that sounded useful as she was not. They would play on little squares and kick the ball from left to right as it would continue. Some would say how good they are and some would show themselves as place holders.

She went to tackle a boy at school and he was destined to become a journey man. He eventually played locally at a men’s team after being in the West Ham academy in the early years. There was another who was in the Queens Park Rangers academy. She went to tackle the player and he turned around and hit her in the chest. She felt a feeling throughout her body and wondered what had happened. He was frustrated she wouldn’t let him past and out the corner. She was tall and talent lack and he was destined for Sunday league at 30 years old. Rumors swirled as he got more and more professional disciplinary actions. She looked on at the screen as she saw his progress and wondered if she had been a catalyst for his failings. It was always likely themselves to blame.

She stuck her foot out at the QPR defender and she stopped the ball with her leg, falling injured. She could feel the rupture between her bones and it felt like his entire body force was there with her in tandem. Mud spills over the ground to her feet, resulting in a dry placement of mud that smelt like so.

It comforted her.

His kind face looked up to her and picked her up and said, “nice tackle” and checked if she was okay. He was so full of kindness yet so built. She said she was okay and moved on and it all happened quite fast in moments.

Often, feed backed, she wouldn’t move the top half of her body. It was stuck still and couldn't shape a new. Her feet would move sporadically and in ways the others didn’t. She was training for the show. The building above was transcendent of clouds as they would go up several gallon stairs to get there. A Tesco Express lay on the side where she often waited for text messages from girls at school who could validate her existence. They never arrived.

In the school room, she put on her black tights for the first time. It didn’t make sense to her but the parents around would hurry her with the other girls in the class to get on stage. They put the cardboard costume over her head and body and rushed her out with everyone else as the side wings were upon her. She saw the stage lights and what she had to do was in her mind. The tapping of metal struck the floor and it was her move to go out alongside the other players of the field. They moved in tandem and each movement reflected the next. She blanked out and did what she had rehearsed, quietly in coincidence. The stage light softly stroked her face and she looked out to the parents' faces hidden by shadow. The mud covered her entire floor as the pelting of balls flooded her mind like a water way of falling. She continued. The piece was almost over and I could not even see.

The lights rose and fell as the applause rang through her ears. The lights fell and she sprang into darkness,, claiming space among the other girls, but a boy, all the same.

She sat with her mum after the show and told her she didn’t want to dance anymore. Her Mum, aghast, asked why.

“I’m the only boy in the class”
She says.

Geschäftsräume zu vermieten
(Commercial premises for rent)

The moon is hidden between the trees

Not to be seen

Hidden above the edge

Between you and I

It’s full

That's all I know,

Without seeing

The community meeting

The scaffolding sat outside the building and placed itself neatly to the door. The door perched open and presented momentary memory for which was present in these times. The light has trickled but not like water, in other senses many. I felt the light like I felt the sea rush over my pores as if microscopes existed. Sitting restless, in plastic chairs with legs that fell around in subtle clamber. My body perched against the side, leaning against a wall. My back curved and lent, in tenses of fruits she ate during lunch breaks.

“Yes, he fell through the window, into the cafeteria.” He spoke.

“It smelt like mouldy mud near the library. I can’t imagine you’d find out, but I’ll tell you anyway. I found out she was made from the globe. I see this is bewilder but not fear, as I can, in time see the present of burden on your shoulder. It’s calm in your tide as you paid off your house and I see your eyes rest.”

She mulder.

I don’t swerve light with passion, but intwine. Entangle their sensations it was time to present the engagement. Everyone hated them both.

Prelude

Let’s open up the window and saw the entire contents flow and shallow from the under murky river she lay her home on. Heat would multiply inert her, as clouded curtains told the way she could. I saw feet and it made me pre set what she had I for me. I clamber, as clamber do, I and in and out of I in time with ein for sie mit besser.

I hath loste

In

a

It’s okay to
Don’t problem
We have instruction

Purchasing linear jumpers from marks and spender. The paper crumpled in the midst and I saw the disappoint in his eyes. He was already dying his clothes with death intwine. Can we?

can’t say

Must ,, wait

Replace the light bulb you see, there’s nothing to see here anyway. It’s just an empty room and I am the sun beam flesh, open into the ceiling for a lamp.

I walked and saw the light sprint and it flashed before my eyes

David was always premature
When it came

to

But it’s it’s okay if his friends don’t tell him it’s wrong
“He’s just excited.”

Deborah spoke

“He told me it would change in the new house”
She continue

“But I fear the worst. I fear the tide will come and wash him away along with his white liquid. And become a whale. Has come perfectly away.

Light spring, up and over, fences dynamist, inner circle swirl as water walls down the faucet.”

He interior upt

“I can’t.”

Leave me she spoke with her body, and it curved like the back of spring.

“Enter summer!!! At once,”

She clamber

“I hath nothing beseech of yee, her, two clamber the pots of pans and his hands touched them all. I observed the hair from his genitalia and it felt grown, feeling the hair upon my mouth and beak”

She spoke up ended with no speculation values of rigor.

Let’s sit together, but the water and look at the edge. I want to hear your voices talk to one another. I like hearing the sound of the water as it calms me so, and the sitting rests my knees which ache so in the moonlight. I saw the sun dawn on us and it reminded me that spring was gone, the leaves were present and I knew you were there with a face. Your face was here, because I saw you.

Often I sit and think about you. And I’m sure you.

(First person marriage)

I gave what he was looking and found what he would will.

It’s okay
It’s okay

It’s going
And I’m glad

I
Know

I really do
More than

You could
know

Under

Yes

I know this to

I nod with this information
But I hold herself up at night
As midst bring,

Isn’t it so

Soft water

Soft water lays

Under the wooden

Structure in present

did you know

Carbon fiber

Layering upon extension

Led to

I returned
Looked out to the window
Felt the sun hit the
As it clambers to
the boden,,

Shafted into
When wedges lay
Quiet in wall sets
Only to open
When others see

I sat on a bench
I felt the wood underneath
I looked at his possessions
And saw the grass tip

Burnt edges
Asking what he would do
If he would

It was an area
Quiet in transition
Mechanisms
Palletable
I put my moth in above
head
as we dreamt

/ did you ?
I might have
It depends

Wonder what
When consumed alone
She felt the sole wind
Upon her steps taken under the road
It was dark, lights spread
Over the calmness of the night

His body leant close to mine
I could feel the shell of his casing
I could see the sea in his eyes
As we came across somewhere

Upon the upside down edge

call it over when your

And place

In our places
And books to be
I felt other pages
Flicker in the night sky

As sad above one another
on a wooden table
From one another
She talked of plans

“Yes, we’ll hang out this week”
She replied with

And I looked at her and asked
“Are you leaving?”

Waterfalls are often made from
water

There is a pool of water in his stomach
It is a well
There are so many clones, seemingly alone
I gathered my bucket
And earnt drops
Into my eyes

I wanted to see
But I was covered in liquid
Rashes

Red and raw
As she came like five times

She held it all back
Knowing she put turn on the light to see what she was doing
But she only saw

And it was enough
And it was good
And the light was light
As you’d expect

II

I looked at your face
as you surveyed the scene before you.

Taking in the environment
as our hearts broke
And I cried
Looking at you

Knowing

III

It’s only ever beginning that start at the end
Unless there is a middle which
Middle key
He played without sound
Because that’s how his mind worked

They lay in bed
And talked about the wonders of their closest friend
A piece of paper
Lays itself next
Settling them

sleepy time

it is

It is

Rabbits
Rabbits flocked from the side of the street to the other. It was a magicians house,

The eye was on them, soft pause, phone clambers fall, into the other side of the road. The smell was foreseen, in pallet able, held my frame his hand, with other in the other.

Collecting coins and placing them into small moments that she spent. The pot was getting larger but felt as if. I saw the cracks but I put more into see, what would.

When I’m in land. I think. Night walked her way to, with the pavement under, lightening footsteps, tied shoes are interchangeable at best, and socks. I heard socks help sweat. I can’t even.

She saw a range of people who looked for fun. She said

“I think I’m ready for fun. But I’m already having fun. So it better be really fun.”

As she had fun. Looking out the windows, seeing the glass between her eyes and the scene. And light

It flocked out like rabbits in the midst of afternoon. Put the phone down.

She few grabbed each one, one by one. Hold on, mum,, I added two commas for effect. I added it all for effect. I was made of effect.

I listened to.
I looked at him

It made sense they were sculpted by their memory.

thank goodness

A lake of calm
Water lapping
I felt it was wet but I couldn’t see it

I want to give you a small car
I don’t know why
I know it makes no sense,
But I saw it and it reminded of some kind of sense

Grassy edge
Tipped for great ness

She as filmed for a
I headed to the airport
Made sense for flying
Up ina air n balloon pavilion

Up in a sky
I don’t know what I’m seeing
But it’s real.

As she touches the floor with her hands
Looking for

But knowing it happened again

II

I saw a
And he lay
Upon my arms. And I held him

I’m the grass
As he held his anticipation
It was excite
In anticipation

The year was on already
It sensed

Great smiles and understandings
ahead of them all

III

Okay tidings
Opened me up
And let my water rush
I was calm as he sat there
watching

ALL LOWER IN CASE

It’s free to do
If you
The material of the man,
Softly grazed my
As he took up all
And I was loaded hump
Looking at the eye before

my very hand

With zehn
thausand years

Before it never began
The stench was rising

Blades of grasshoppers
Chopping as they proceeded through forests

In midnight spring
They met with light beneath them
It touched their skin

And their eyes were

“We’re we two mere frogs”
She said outloud

“Perhaps, I know I am, and I know the midnight. As usual.”
He spoke

yes ,, okay

It would be nice

/ yes it would

I could sit
So could be

Legs spread
into the over arched
Rocking in stationary
over the highways
And all the lights
that led them to,

I can only
It seems

only what feel
As I consider being
as a mode of transportation

The bouncy castle

“I am melancholic”

She speaks out loud to those who could hear her. I have several cups, she murmured and she saw her whole family fade from her grace and vision.

Holding but skin upon touch, the two hands lay close and felt with soil for eternity, as if eternity could exist.

But can, could, and all possible words exhaling possibilities from existing persons claiming for the air they stranded upon under wence they came

forth

and presidented monuments to stare at

and

Moments to share with those who employ us

and

Those who kiss your lips soft and roll back their tounges once the tears fall from ur eyes on the side of the road - always a road - always a way forth

I hence forth and held

a large man with stance and large addictions holds them all by their hips as he prepares to move them periodically through the sky, one by one. The children were all laughing and giggling as if they were part of something magical.

It was her turn. He picked her up and threw her into the air and she continued to stare into particles passing her through the state change, laid, chaos, into what felt like air into plastic. Once looked and forth right to see what day like grass upon night. The cows were up to pass and I said

“I think you’d be this one”

As he claimed animal more than most people I knew.

Her chest was lifted from
the air a moment
Held by sky, as that’s before land
Upon the edge she saw
And felt taller for a

In setting

It was still.
Silent
Noises passed her mind
Cars turned which ever way cars turn, over the mountain and into his arms. His arms that felt like home.

But she was a child.
And it was far from, and she was and
considered as
he placed among the others

She landed stomach first and hit the ground consumed of air and assumed plastic. It bounced her and she felt like she had been in, and it felt like so, the way it usually might, should they felt like night. And windows pile and move like the trucks that forced them from

what considered them
as home indicators, individuals
Just a bunch of people
All the same, maybe some difference

Es yes
It’s this.

I am really using my heart

I know it because it activates, when we observe in conversation and communicate in stances, beyond comprehension. Mostly.
In sense.

I comb his hair with my eyes
And see his
And that’s enough to make me

Yes

Hands

Two large hands held her brain under her skin. It made suspend in action, left in translation of what come may and what come through. Each thought blocked and held before a committee with no heads, sitting, staring and looking.

She tried to think about, but met with a slowness that perched her mind on a side cliff that felt no reside.

It wasn’t a lake of sadness, but it wasn’t a pool of dispair, yet wasn’t a wealth of happiness. It was a state that she wouldn’t do anything, and in turn she looked blankly staring as if her brain had been removed.

Squeal of plastic beneath her shoes, she looked at floors and felt the most of nothing. Each action seeming logical but pointless in transition. It isn’t a sense of pointlessness, but that she didn’t find apathy appealing but felt. It swum into her and cling to her limbs, holding them below the water, below the midst of midst, feeling in moment but feeling in nothing in particular. The wind brushed her aside and the steps she took wobbled. Aiming to walk in directions she watched her life fall into problems but screamed from behind the two hands that told her she was not, whilst holding her brain.

She could feel the hands on the ridges of her brain and they hushed her, showing her images of the past and memories of what gone by. Sometimes they swapped out her brain and she would get kicked out her body, until she was re adjusted. It must be part of the process, she says.

The muscles on her face lay expressionless. As she searches for who she is when she’s not.

“It’s calm in here, but I feel the thoughts are held not corrected.” She spoke outloud, unsure if anything actually happened yet.

Watching it all fall apart, she dreamt of tears and expression, as she felt calm in moments of sea, splashing around but not making an impact.

None of the above for now.

I was going to be the first transgender footballer, but they took it away from me

As she wakes up and the man moves from left to right. They say nothing to one another.

Now these two remain

Feeling the sun on passage

Look at it

(Sun picture)

I felt it hit my skin
It’s bright

I changed

I used to feel

your cadence has changed

Something happened

She looked out to her orientation and realized she might find attraction in patriarchy. It made her nervous. She was one of the boys at times. She could joke with them and talk their way. She was trained to be them,

after all

THREE

I saw a child wearing a Pokémon sweatshirt
And I felt it was time to grow up
Holding my toys

Clutched too my bags
Too, limp to recognize as anything

“Every time I write”

She says

It makes me feel further more

II

She stood at the bus stop hoping it was the right one. The police came up to her and asked what she was doing. She says she is waiting for the bus to go to the airport. It leaves at 3:53 she says. Im a tourist she says. They ask her for her ID. They then ask if she’s been smoking. They ask her if she’s been smoking weed. They ask her if she’s been taking cocaine. She says no, I don’t smoke (anymore, she thinks). She says no she doesn’t smoke weed (anymore, she thinks). She says no she doesn’t do cocaine (anymore, she thinks).

The man concludes his questions. The woman sits on the other side and stares at her blankly. He tuts as if he hasn’t found what he’s looking for and drives on. She stands there for a moment realizing the tension in her whole body, holding back impulses and emotions. When she waits for the plane, she cries, texts her boyfriend and sits there. She takes her pills and moves on.

It could have all been so much worse.

FIVE

the clouds were above her and below her
Things she might have earnt
If only

She thinks to him
Hoping he’s fine
It’s important, no?
Washing her shoes and they
And
I rumbled in the above cabinets
Looking

await, it’s calm in September
At least it
I can try
She is

others.

The border police looked over and did nothing. She was wearing green, red and white, and didn’t speak. She observed everyone. A man checks people for tickets.

Her mouth was dry
She could feel desert, sanded
Wind chime
Opening day,,
Momentary

She looked at what he became
And tried to see what she currently is
The fortune told her
Failure in future

She could see
It made

SIX

I have a lot to say, she say.

My feet are winter carpet, her sister rang her tears with a wet breath. He didn’t go to work, over and over repeated. He always sat so still. Politely smiling. She would always sit there with a look of distant, it didn’t matter that she was there. It’s okay.

She has more to deal with than her brother becoming a woman. Through her speech, it’s about.

I clambered in shops and everyone looked. Often they didn’t smile, and a woman might, ushering her out the shop quickly. Say, must leave now. It’s not for you. The clouds rippled like brain. Thinking outloud.

Must space

{I’m here}

I like hearing your voice. I like hearing your day. I want to hear your voice when you’re upset, so I can be there. I want to see you in life as tandem speak, I know I’m here. And so are you.

Sit up straight. Here underwear passed below

Her

She crumble
He looked at her
She tucked her legs and smiled
As he touched the side of the bed.
She didn’t know
It wasn’t clear, but she

In she decorate
finding sense of self
Im scared of everything
Every eventuality
Every possible breath
But I move in moments
As the wind breaks past her house
Hiding the smell of smoke
with a towel

PRELUDE

My two favorite writers

My two favorite people

In instances of time sensing, sentence structure becomes understandable, in seeing what comes before and during. They both act out of and into their own.

I often watch them seamlessly fuse; like two spark wires combined in magnetism. Those around them, become bystanders, to the extent of existing whilst you’re existing.

I look on and see them and I think

“These are two of my favorite people.”

END

WORKS BELOW

Poetry archives, 2024-2025
Searching for a new CEO at Gropius Bau (2024)
FORE (2024)
Self Diagnosis (2024)
Its not all about you (2024)
10 year Anniversary: Other People's Pictures (2013)
Feelings (archive)
Surges of passage
An art work that will never be finished, sorry
Interview with the founder of Künstler, Künstlerin
Why I don’t drink wine anymore
Besides Radio show w Anneke @keithfem
Why did I miss my radio show?
New Poetry works Jan-Feb 2023
Steve has a radio show
That’s Classic Steve @Vorspiel 2023
Introduction to Happiness / Introduction to Sadness
The performance is Isolation

Retrospective

Houses (10th Anniversary edition)
Before and After
Postcards from hell
Eternal sadness
Friendship Archival, 2016

The cave of forgotten dreams
Two people standing next to one another
Naked Person
Anniversary
Basingstoke, 2011

Curatorial

Künstler, Künstlerin
Intense Music Club

Art Works

Hi, my name is Alex
Achievement II
Violence
The Fast and the Furious Fanclub
Comfortable x SOUP_Archive x uns*, 2021
Objects I like looking at
This is a Coffee table book
Ceremony of objects
Cryptpomnesia #5 with Aleczander Norton Featuring John Berryman and “Our Other”
Profile Pic
Purple Wizard
I (we) stay awake and draw lines on our faces
Blue Moon
The Womb
Magic pot

Archive
Who am I?

All Artworks are copyright to Alexander Norton (unless stated as references) ©

Alex still loves working

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Backhaus Projects x Self Diagnosis documentation

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Backhaus Projects x Self Diagnosis
documentation

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@smithinio for @backhausprojects