13th January 2012

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DISTANT Oh, the vertigo of your distant gaze. No use trying to explain what it does to me. Whatever there might be to understand, it won‘t get me any closer to you. All I can do is go for the dive and see where I‘ll end up …



Whether you‘ll be there to catch me, how am I to know? I doubt it. Why should you return to where you been and left, moving on? I doubt it‘s about you and me at all. But to find out I‘ll have to go for it …



No use waiting for somebody to explain. It‘s not about understanding but about learning. Learning by doing. Letting go of what I been taught and made believe. Freaked outa my mind …



Maybe I shall find a new kind of faith. A kind of paradise no one‘s ever seen or heard of. Somewhere out in the distance of those eyes gone blind with what they see …

DISTANT Oh, the vertigo of your distant gaze. No use trying to explain what it does to me. Whatever there might be to understand, it won‘t get me any closer to you. All I can do is go for the dive and see where I‘ll end up …

Whether you‘ll be there to catch me, how am I to know? I doubt it. Why should you return to where you been and left, moving on? I doubt it‘s about you and me at all. But to find out I‘ll have to go for it …

No use waiting for somebody to explain. It‘s not about understanding but about learning. Learning by doing. Letting go of what I been taught and made believe. Freaked outa my mind …

Maybe I shall find a new kind of faith. A kind of paradise no one‘s ever seen or heard of. Somewhere out in the distance of those eyes gone blind with what they see …

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13th January 2012

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BURNED Looking at you used to bring on ecstasies of yearning for things I knew nothing about. Now all I see is the snapshot of someone who may have known me when I was young and alive …
Where‘s he gone? No one remembering him, not even you. No one except for me as I‘m riding toward the sun setting in cold blood … 
Words are signs representing something not present, something out of reach, something beyond reality. Thus I‘m building a cathedral of silence resonating with the things that didn‘t come about, resonating with the echoes of your name on my burned lips. Burned from yearnings unanswered …

BURNED Looking at you used to bring on ecstasies of yearning for things I knew nothing about. Now all I see is the snapshot of someone who may have known me when I was young and alive …

Where‘s he gone? No one remembering him, not even you. No one except for me as I‘m riding toward the sun setting in cold blood … 

Words are signs representing something not present, something out of reach, something beyond reality. Thus I‘m building a cathedral of silence resonating with the things that didn‘t come about, resonating with the echoes of your name on my burned lips. Burned from yearnings unanswered …

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13th January 2012

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SMOKE If people wouldn‘t wait for happiness to show up and introduce itself they‘d be a lot less unhappy. Me, I‘m fine with being miserable. It‘s you who’s brought on my misery. Looking at you I know nothing in this here world is gonna be up to the challenge of your beauty …
So I don‘t expect you to make me happy. Just allow for me to look at you and send me spinning in ecstasies of yearning, to be burning until nothing‘s left of me …
In the meantime we might do a bit of dancing on doom‘s cutting edge. Got anything better to do?

SMOKE If people wouldn‘t wait for happiness to show up and introduce itself they‘d be a lot less unhappy. Me, I‘m fine with being miserable. It‘s you who’s brought on my misery. Looking at you I know nothing in this here world is gonna be up to the challenge of your beauty …

So I don‘t expect you to make me happy. Just allow for me to look at you and send me spinning in ecstasies of yearning, to be burning until nothing‘s left of me …

In the meantime we might do a bit of dancing on doom‘s cutting edge. Got anything better to do?

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13th January 2012

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VERTIGO Your eyes avoiding me bring on a vertigo I have trouble dealing with. If you‘d allow for our eyes to meet, fear might embrace expectancy. What you afraid of? I‘m too intimidated by your beauty to do you any harm …
All I‘d want is to worship you. Not necessarily on my kness, would be boring, wouldn‘t it? Been bored long enough, ain‘t you? Let‘s see whether I‘m up to the challenges of promises you must be hiding … 

VERTIGO Your eyes avoiding me bring on a vertigo I have trouble dealing with. If you‘d allow for our eyes to meet, fear might embrace expectancy. What you afraid of? I‘m too intimidated by your beauty to do you any harm …

All I‘d want is to worship you. Not necessarily on my kness, would be boring, wouldn‘t it? Been bored long enough, ain‘t you? Let‘s see whether I‘m up to the challenges of promises you must be hiding … 

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13th January 2012

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PORN Eyes the color of tears. As if somebody‘s erased them. Could it have been you yourself?
Life is porn, feeding on its own boredom brought on by the tyranny of common sense. Reason a whore on sale for the lowest bid. Your desire the mourning of things which never come about. Reaching out toward the beyond …
Why not allow for me to put some color back in those rain-washed stars? Paint those skies, dress the void in the rags of my yearnings. Going up in flames as we dance toward doom and disaster instead of withering away. You‘re way too beautiful to be wasted like that …

PORN Eyes the color of tears. As if somebody‘s erased them. Could it have been you yourself?

Life is porn, feeding on its own boredom brought on by the tyranny of common sense. Reason a whore on sale for the lowest bid. Your desire the mourning of things which never come about. Reaching out toward the beyond …

Why not allow for me to put some color back in those rain-washed stars? Paint those skies, dress the void in the rags of my yearnings. Going up in flames as we dance toward doom and disaster instead of withering away. You‘re way too beautiful to be wasted like that …

Tagged: creative writingJamais Biedermannvalley of dollsCaleb Charland (ph)

13th January 2012

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COME ON Beauty‘s said to be in the eye of the beholder. Then why can‘t I see it when you‘re gone? Where‘s it hiding? 
Closing my eyes I‘m switching to the fast lane and go into overdrive. Don‘t need no beaches, no jungles, deserts or savannahs, no mountains, no hurricanes, no movies, no Apocalypse nor any paradises, long as you‘re around. It‘s all there in those eyes of yours, things no one‘s ever seen or heard of … 

COME ON Beauty‘s said to be in the eye of the beholder. Then why can‘t I see it when you‘re gone? Where‘s it hiding? 

Closing my eyes I‘m switching to the fast lane and go into overdrive. Don‘t need no beaches, no jungles, deserts or savannahs, no mountains, no hurricanes, no movies, no Apocalypse nor any paradises, long as you‘re around. It‘s all there in those eyes of yours, things no one‘s ever seen or heard of … 

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12th January 2012

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BEYOND WORDS I‘m intrigued, I‘m tempted and seduced. Nevertheless I shall resist. Holding out for as long as I can. For my longing and yearning for you to burn me up until nothing‘s left …
Please allow for me to trail you as your echo, a silent song in praise of your beauty …
You‘s the one might turn my mute reverence into music …

BEYOND WORDS I‘m intrigued, I‘m tempted and seduced. Nevertheless I shall resist. Holding out for as long as I can. For my longing and yearning for you to burn me up until nothing‘s left …

Please allow for me to trail you as your echo, a silent song in praise of your beauty …

You‘s the one might turn my mute reverence into music …

Tagged: creative writingJamais Biedermannvalley of dollsbeyond wordsJosephine Skriver (model)

12th January 2012

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CUTTING EDGE Care for an adventure? Where would you like to begin: Visiting the jungles in my head, the deserts in my eyes, the Arctic in my heart?
And where shall we go from there? How about some toxic paradise, the deep seas of your dreams and the Himalayas of your future? There we might indulge in some paragliding on the surf of your very own Super Nova …

CUTTING EDGE Care for an adventure? Where would you like to begin: Visiting the jungles in my head, the deserts in my eyes, the Arctic in my heart?

And where shall we go from there? How about some toxic paradise, the deep seas of your dreams and the Himalayas of your future? There we might indulge in some paragliding on the surf of your very own Super Nova …

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12th January 2012

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ENNUI You never believed in anyone or anything. All you had to do was look into a mirror. Invulnerable in the arrogance of your beauty you threaded your way through the surf of those pleading eyes sucking up to you …
Feeling invulnerable you didn‘t believe their pleading could ever wear you down, but there‘s too many of ‘em. And no one with a bit of daring and imagination. Just the swamp of their pleading sucking you in and down … 
You wish you could leave that body of yours and that mask of what people take for your face, leave it all behind for them to do as they please with it, yourself dissolving in a sigh of ennui … 

ENNUI You never believed in anyone or anything. All you had to do was look into a mirror. Invulnerable in the arrogance of your beauty you threaded your way through the surf of those pleading eyes sucking up to you …

Feeling invulnerable you didn‘t believe their pleading could ever wear you down, but there‘s too many of ‘em. And no one with a bit of daring and imagination. Just the swamp of their pleading sucking you in and down … 

You wish you could leave that body of yours and that mask of what people take for your face, leave it all behind for them to do as they please with it, yourself dissolving in a sigh of ennui … 

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12th January 2012

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PRAYER BEADS The vertigo of your vacant stare, lost on the horizon of a future no one‘s ever seen or heard of, that void to me seemed rich and resplendent with possibilities waiting to be born. Except you didn‘t trust me to make it happen, and you didn‘t have the kind of faith to make it happen by yourself …
So I‘ve lost you, and you‘ve lost any chance to ever try for any of those possibilities I‘ve become aware of in that very absence of yours. Seems I believed more in you than you yorself ever dared. Ain‘t it a pity? 
Every word is a sign of farewell, taking leave of reality. Stringing words like prayer beads I take leave of you. Been nice spinning beyond mind and reason, intoxicated by your radioactive smile, by that languoros roll of your hips, and the hallucinogenic echoes of your voice …

PRAYER BEADS The vertigo of your vacant stare, lost on the horizon of a future no one‘s ever seen or heard of, that void to me seemed rich and resplendent with possibilities waiting to be born. Except you didn‘t trust me to make it happen, and you didn‘t have the kind of faith to make it happen by yourself …

So I‘ve lost you, and you‘ve lost any chance to ever try for any of those possibilities I‘ve become aware of in that very absence of yours. Seems I believed more in you than you yorself ever dared. Ain‘t it a pity? 

Every word is a sign of farewell, taking leave of reality. Stringing words like prayer beads I take leave of you. Been nice spinning beyond mind and reason, intoxicated by your radioactive smile, by that languoros roll of your hips, and the hallucinogenic echoes of your voice …

Tagged: Jamais Biedermanncreative writingprayer beadsvalley of dollsJosephine Skriver (model)