14 Dec 97 | Delighted
God dared to mask everyone. He now faces the consequences.
Entries by sarwiya
20 Dec 97 | Handbag
Glowing blue flower in his palms, unfolding blue broken ribs. Dark filaments dangling by its ambient color. He said: ” This is beautiful… but my blisters are opening. I can not hold it any longer…. It hurts.” And handed him the blue thing. He then rubbed his palms together… white powdered smile […]
26 Nov 97 | God’s shoes
Iron tree rotating furiously, looking like an ‘unfocussed’ stirring noise, just so as waiting for him to walk.
25 Nov 97 | Death
“You must know that you had escaped the fall of life and that’s why the silence escapes you in return. So listen… don’t fall anymore. “He stood motionless, facing my blank face, not understanding anything.
14 Jun 99 | Pages of jars and bottles
Pretty looking objects, unheard song lines, month of March, Cages, electricity, pause. Smash in your wicked thoughts. How do you sleep through empty nights? How do you dress every morning? Can you remember anything? Are you still naked? Are you stiff? Are you cracking?.. or soft?…or red? …or polished like marble? Are you safe like […]
22 Jun 99 | Playing king
…. Then he went about his usual manner of stroking his neck. Separations were ready on his desk. He clicked a few times, corrected some spellings and stroked his neck again. Surveillance video was tracing him, focusing over his hands, zooming on to his nails. He stroked again and typed: A Lion, […]
6 Feb 95 | Paper cuts (Rewrite)
More of that, old red house leaped over the gray rubber tube, making his face covered with thousands of crowded houses. The blooming purple thing was glowing upon the muddy wooden floor. To his right lies a blue tale over a blue table; To his left sleeps the boy with thousand hands.
25 Nov 97 | Blank cluster of noise
Sh!!!!……………………………………..
16 Apr 98 | Sundance
New boats are arriving at this water tank [old, wooden and rusting]. Someone tosses a coin but… it disappears cleverly inside this room. He’s laughing with tears, servants, packets, joys of life. This made everybody happy. So… I need to leave now… because other boats are arriving.
18 Dec 98 | A pearl; white sheet of paper with patches; runaway trains: An investigation
Look at this bleak mountain and taste its shadow falling over your hairy chest. This is the white distemper wall, you clean twice whenever your shadow stretch out as the sun sets. This is the plastic bag sprinkler and your golden blue plants, smelling of your girlfriend’s underarms. And this is the place, […]