Liberating Concession

I am too much decibels in syllables of information!

One dares not fall. In front off just behind. Can not - NOT be. Baring skin. Gently. Who is one talking to. At night so tainted. Kill. In. The parallel motion. Who do you see – in front off. Off - skin. Vomit, holy like the water that cleansed me. Bare self. Not barring but not yet barren.. Buried you did not. Touch someone. Outside the box when one puts ones body in punishment. I could not. Not – BE. Flashing screens. Devil inside. On. Side. Other side. Sweaty dreams and terrors of consumption. Forget. Forget the night. Forgive the momentum. SoulFULLy! Track me! Get inside. Find strings attached to unborn. What is this sound about. No samples. Of life. Irritant. Irresistible, god.

One off one inside. On. On top. Inside the building. Crossroads. Complicated conviction. Not gathered. Killer king.

Almost parasitic. Slightly. Poisonous. Watching her give birth. You knew. Did you – do you. I do NOT. I do. Do I? Not knowingly. Remembering. Imagining. Thinking how was it. How it would be. How it “looks like”.

Poisonous concession. Pretence 

dignity presented marginally through a repetitive patter of communication. You had it all. So easy and sweet is the juice of ambrosia one can posses on daily basis with reassurances not too wilful. I solute you.

Watching. Every second watching. Passing. Back and forth, watching. You!  Construction. Projecting. Constantly. Back and forth. You. I solute in decibels. Perhaps to often. To tainted. Where is the light. Swollen. Frozen but alive. Lively. Living. Infused. Influence. Not touching. Know you see. Remember. Relive. Her in the light of hospital whiteness. Giving the continuance of bloodline and surname. Not my bed. Body. Not! Why are you dong it, this. One asked. In anguish. Slightly paranoid. Can’t stop. Not today. But, perhaps. Tomorrow. I would. Could. Somehow. Where is the image. Imagine… IMAGE!

That one puts in every congener. Like an icon. Not to forget. But remember. My ceiling has gaps and cracks. Borderlines. Passports. Appointments and maps for 2nd of December. Stability. Being on track of monitoring and talking heads with pre-recorded massages. Of kindness. Love. Compassion. You will be fine.

Thank you.

I clinch my little fist to ram it in the cavities - unspoken.  Looking how far one can bend. Giving up the spine. Happiness. So prolonged the chemical imbalance. The casualties. Political. Explain me how you use your words. Meanings… Are you listening to the pulse that is hidden the underground conceptual hypocrisy. 

 Gender stereotypes. Have you seen the dancing Queen.

 

Good night and god bless,

Queen Of Disorder,

Sonia Dietrich  

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Me I Am Not

Lets reminisce, while I take the dagger out. Lets laugh
and remember… THEM! The glorious. Mighty. Superior. 

Lets reminisce. 

While I try and find the psychotic needle. Dug deep. Too little. Too close!

Could sing it to you. Rings became too loose. Big. Nails slip off, exposed meat. Too sensitive. Nothing comes, goes. Stays the same. Nothings changes. I am touched... 

While listening to the same show outside the window, fog finely climbs inside. Outside murmur.

Heart rate. Applause. Again. Again... AGAIN! Putting self though rollercoasters. Guard all - too settle. And so goes the hate. Me I Am Not!

Integrity. The holy hole one dares not to fall. But must. Step over self. Realize. Find. 23:23. I step. A stone have moved. No longer am I one. I am many. For concrete had melted. I can see. Nothing ever changed. Same man behind the glass. I am many. As Me I Am Not!

 

Inevitably. Fear chases horror. Fragile yet stronger. The cliché tells truth. Not life living. Living. I hope you do it strong, light and long. Live. Life.

Me I Am NOT!

Smell of latex natural feel. Pretence desperation in minor. Honesty. All day nothing, I ate your - chilly. Not waking up - not falling asleep.

Hand. Hands bend back. Backwards!

What a stupid thing to DO. Just a window in a window. Lit. Nothing more. Shadows of bodies… Synthetic sheets. Heat. Heart. White. Whore. Elite.

 

Just window in a window. Asinine. All of a sudden everybody had a manifesto. What a shame. All looked so promising.  Waiting for breakfast.

Someone is in/on the menu.

It seems insanity has a very silent leaping steps. It approaches in moments of absolute procrastination and orgasms. Want to be real. Can smell you on my hands. Hair. Cotton swirls float barely touching the sidewalk.  

 

Bourgeoisie discuses dying children. Black iron railing seems distant. Contrasted. Glued on. Stuck. Hallway carpet no longer resemble the original sea blue colour. Electricity that supports building alarm system glares and hums with gentle noise. I am almost fainting. 

There is nothing else to give.

 

Let's reminisce.

Let

Us

Reminisce 

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Remember!

Good night and god bless,

Queen of Disorder,

Sonia Dietrich

All images are copyright by Sonia Dietrich

Clitoral Superiority - Social Consumption

It's a hot cold. A burning yard with untouched roses and windflowers. Who I remind you of. Do you repeat your actions? Silence that acutes between breaths and with them drown in lethargic chemical and full moon induced coma. I can't find a soundtrack for thoughts. Hair is pinned and unbrushed for more then a week. You have separating particles. When I see Jesus, you are not in the picture. Red hands. Burning. Long red nails moving. White keypads… Jesus! Smoking does not cure grief. Passport stamps. Rabbit on the finger. I stain my own outline.

Every time there is a syllable I feel the kick to the head. Don't waist away. Cure! Rearrangement every time the postman strikes. Poisonous. Watch out -we are on the mission! Question everything. I try to see where hypocrisy surrenders. Check your inbox. Don't forget your flossing. At all the parties there is shadow presence. Just swallow!!!

Clitoris express open vein rage against you. Aftertaste of your ''non drowsy'' kicks in. Are you aware of the anger that lives inside the body that knows its enemy? As the poet of resistance once said " Go sodomise yourself"! You are an excuse of ungrateful calibre and purity number. While despising the temple, you build yourself a throne in it! Are you comfortable. Troublesome equation. I solute you.

Genocide of thought. Makes one superior. It's a judgement call. Breakthrough. Non descriptive velocity. One becomes god like. Inhale poison from aurora. Open window, statues glorifying someones penis as historic achievement. Candle in a bottle. Broken glass. Wax on the windowsill. Burn cars, save the landposts. Don’t compare, killer of inhalation. Assassin your memories. Start over! Unbutton your shirt! I wonder where the organ goes. Before and after the act of communicative exhumation. Like breaking of placenta, I need to give birth to it. This hymen of non creative shit and chaos is incurable.  So I solute YOU!

If all it takes is a ribbon on a box with no context. Wrap it up in plastic. Sun is up. Out. Billions of molecules cure the dead while earth takes it tall and brings the holy practice of revenge back in style. I am amplified..! Having and not having stands too close. You walk with me. "I would die for peanut butter!".  It's all about the blue pill. SHIT!  Lost a plot in sea of social vomit and rage. How could he, how could she. Who are they listening to. Amy, you where suppose to win the war. Now they will all parish! Non descriptive capitalist evacuation. I have nerve particles leaving my blood stream.

What happened to Mary. She was the first among thousands and millions. This text has a strange aftertaste. I get sick from my own work. Body heats up - heating up the skin. Skin is covered in perfume and disappearance. I can smell the smell. This agreement was not the part of the plan. Your traffic extended it's limit.  

We are all tracked. The abuse of power is custom. Border control. Put the lid back on!

Good night and god bless!
Queen of Disorder,
Sonia Dietrich