Let rust replace our slavery
In stagnant steam and smoke — machinery condemns us to be servants to their wheels; we add some oil to quench its squeal we’re locked in this foreboding slavery. In […]
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Deluge me
Fingernails are cutting burning pain inside my palm; acid bubbling; rumble; maiming mind with loneliness. deluge me breathing deep finding solace seeking solitude in ways that clouds are forming raining […]
Exxon corporate offices the eighteenth of February 2069
I peek through the safety-glass window, a few drops of champagne still remaining in my glass; it’s probably the last few drops of the world; we have good reasons to […]
A Wednesday in March two-thousand-twenty-four
Only very recently we understood how curvatures in ninth dimension’s tensor calculus affected undulations in the solar flares; and how the integrated resonance in super-cubes and muon melodies can interact […]
my lips are sealed
In token trust of whispered woes we wait, we wait in slipping silence darkness binds us to its secrecy. Tonight’s delight alone – secluded kiss my lips are sealed in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 