The whiteness of a beast.
A certain whiteness — just before my thoughts are caged inside the borders glow: It’s perfect in my mind. When world is still compressed, as gravity of air; it’s luminous, […]
Monthly Archives: August 2015
Tepid gravy
Hiss and chunk-chunk bellows working hesitant with oxygen in plastic tubes Inhale skin to skin with latex-gloves between, Exhale. Inhale-exhale, LED-displayed I see the needle’s eye. Spoon by spoon potatoes […]
Walk densely afterwards
Walk densely by my silent side while smiling sinly, softly sipping telepathic waves of wishes weighed with red. Angelic beams — your eyes are purple bloom — deeply burning with […]
The bottom line
I never knew infinity was relative. I thought that traces could be buried deep in archives, that fraud was safe, and accountants never could be charged. But they digitized the […]
Shade is empty drumbeats
Shade is universe, a dwelling dense, with senseless gravity. Shade is questions seeking quantum answers, of rot and moldy plum-skin left. Shade is state of mind, a robber’s soul, the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 