alles tanzt, dreht sich, geht auf und ab, wiegt sich in wogen, biegt sich zum bogen. ich sehe dich, du siehst mich, du bist wie sommerschnee, du kühlst meine hitze und lullst mich ein in deine farben, du flüsterst sie mir wie einE vorsehung ins ohr und ich drehe mich mit dir, mein derwisch.
DARLING NIKKI
OH, WE ARE SO VERY AMUSED!
ACTUALLY, TO BLUSH WE DON T LACK,
WE ARE INTRUIGED THAT YOU MANAGED TO HACK:
BRAVO THEN, TO THE SWEET ATTEMPTS OF OUR FIRST ULTRA FAN.
CHAPEAU, IF YOU BURNED YOUR EYELIDS WHILE TRYING TO CROSS OUR PLAN.
STILL TRYING TO BLOCK THE MUSE?
PLEASE, DON T LOOK SO ULTRA CONFUSED.
WE ARE, TRULY, QUITE AMUSED.
BYEBYE,
FROM OUR PLATFORM-HIGH.
AOIDE ET DARLING NIKKI
LOVE WAS HER MASCOT
SHE FELT THE SWOOSH IN HER HEART BASKET
THE BOY LANDED A FULL DUNK
AND WHEN HER DREAMS MADE HER DRUNK
THE BOND SUFFERED A BOYCOTT.
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SHE IS, STILL HOLDING ON TO THE MASCOT
THOUGH, THE BOND IS NEVER CUT.
ACAPELLA SOUNDS TOUCH THE SPIRIT OF THIS KOPELA.
AWAY FROM HER FELLA
SHE TRIES TO BUILD UP A HEARTS´ UMBRELLA.
ET VOILÁ, SHE WILL CATCH HIS REBOUND EVEN FROM THE 3POINTAH
AOIDE, SELFPORTRAIT, CAP VINTAGE
EY YO,
WE ARE TRIPPIN´ , WE ARE FALLIN´ , WE CAN ´T GET UP. WE ARE TRIPPIN´ , WE ARE FALLIN´ , WE CAN ´T GET UP. WE ARE TRIPPIN´ , WE ARE FALLIN´ - WE GOTTA GET UP !!!
INSPIRED BY EARL SIMMONS
OUR FLESH AND OUR BLOOD, CIRCULATES /// EVEREVOLVES.
AOIDE, SELFPORTRAIT, DRESS DIANE VON FUERSTENBERG, HOLP-UPS AGENT PROVOCATEUR
My body was an instrument that only you could play. My chords were full of defiance, anyone else would have wanted to rip them apart. You contorted my melody but it still sounded good. Sounds from an elegiac world. You were Herakles and I let you tame me.
The other women in your life didn’t have anything to do with us, you had to take them because they were there and needed to be taken. I could understand that, I could understand that you had to do what you had to do as long as you could still do it.
Because maybe you sensed that it was going to be over soon. Everything comes to an end, my beloved. Even the two of us had to part. Everybody on their own. Away from the other. It is not even tragic. It is what it is.
This picture with your mother is the only everlasting picture of you that I own. But it is far away from what we had. You were never that boy in the picture. He didn’t wear your face. Only in death you have become who you once were.