Broken Bones – for dVerse
Binary — her broken bones, encoded, loaded into sequences of purplish vacancies. In magnetic vortex arithmetic building boolean combinations, the manifolds of truth. Ever they are multiplying in my sterile […]
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Let ghosts of Marley speak – for dVerse
Constellation patterns of the year to be are playing peek-a-boo behind the shroud prepared for wake of two-thousand fourteen. This dreaded year that made the serpent proud when xenophobics from […]
The memory of bread – for dVerse
Smell of supermarket bread – evokes a memory inside that market research indicate will make us buy — thirteen point nine more food we cannot eat. Half of what we […]
City songs – for dVerse
(I) Urban symphonies that play its strings on steel-beast’s wheel on oily asphalt. Sluggish, lightwormy — the spiderwebs, of urban-life congested arteries, cutting life to microsecond pieces perspiring in the […]
The winner is the one that lost the least
When they return from war, our winning side. You see deep into their eyes the flame that die They kiss their girls but still they cannot hide that also winners […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 