Cumamdevenitcamil's Weblog

I’m playing chess with one hand the same I’m dreaming with and about like Duchampsssss Oui Le Roi c’est moi qui veux le Roi Ubuntu and what is this dream about when all things are stuck into my mind that I can’t say a word about lamps? The skin is colourful, the dragon is wet. Are you nuts? Peanuts and soil wandering around, peanuts grow in the soil they are ejected in trees like ants I loved ants as a baby-ant how they called me I survived Holocaust and prayed for my elder imaginary sister who thinks I’m a thoughtful original crocodile wearing my shoes in a column of LibreOffice why do you employ computer terms in surreal constructions you know it intoxicates your ecriture bien merci beaucoup, mais je ne sais pas parler avec l’ordinateur qui pense et pense. L’avenir est ici, l’avenir cherche mes mots, l’avenir trouve mes mots dans ma maison. Il y a trois mots dans ma maison: moi, Cristine, ma-ison. Oui, nous avons une ma-ison. I forgot I had a pen in my left nail I forgot I had a biscuit in my mouth (ma bouche), a book with Breton in my head, a hand of jaws in my right foot. That’s my body – composed of stories and other bodies, growing like a peach in a multiverse, where atoms are playing hide-and-seek, people don’t try anything, they’re just pieces of flesh crying about eternity. This is my thought. Je pense, je suis. Est-ce que tu es? I won’t kill anyone with my ecriture. Maybe save a few voices, perhaps lose myself in a crumb, moist crumb offered to me by my grandma. Bon matin!