Humanity alarming at historic low, generation Z high

expectations 100% out of poverty. Success sound bite,

21st century. Globalization fictional future, phantom racing.

The planet is home to all humanity, seas, earth and sky. Where

do you buy your meat? Consumption, the largest beast, unfitting


discriptions what we know as civilization. Humanity, a living

creature, pointing into a direction and not knowing. Slow motion

of earth's axis, something is happening, currents' systems

burning at paces fast or too slow. Patrons of industries, count-

ing their blessings in bliss. 'Do you care' petitions, $$$$$$$$$$$$$

You disappear, it is technology. The blue sky, white & blue.

The world, animation. Scale, a question, weird science. From

here to the next, momentum high. Memory, Marlyn Monroe. A

favourite, Jimmy Dean. The platform age, on running. Personal,

working projects. You disappear, technology is your answer.

1.


Coffee,Bread, breakfast, smell the Eggs... What's

the date, ah... In capital letters, IT's Spring T! She

wants her 'Good morning' served to her in bed. Mr Sun

is highest at noons... Sending out the kids for wormwood,

out there is the wood. Synthetic forest. Watch out for history...


Empty sheet, a page-number self determination to destruct,

there is something fishy about writing poetry... I never hear

music, and I never see it move natural when not put to mime.

I sip the coffee, I move the eggs, frying, and butter the bread.

Easy, when life is not difficult to live. Here simplicity is emperor!





2.

I was testing time, sitting on my own, I was all alone...

I was watching her face, am I getting too close? Now,

what am I going to do, when you're not in school? Flowing

into upstream, I reach out to find another sky, I am flying

solo, I am on my own... Thinking that you matter to me,


why, why, why... It doesn't matter how you expand this view

it isn't the world to me without you... All the aches I've felt,

fame doesn't mean anything to me, not without you...


You want to be a film director: at the age of three, the horse

is in the sea, and the rich are so distant... I've had it all at one

time, I've had it all before you left me, and now I'm coming

back to tell you, that I will be testing time, over and over, and

again and again, before crashing... before crashing... Yeah!

I'm on Tumblr, under a slightly different name. Switching

time to watch, and back, here I am a winner and not a loser.

Telling you my stories, about my body parts, and you're fast

asleep. Tumblr is my game, you're on the thumbnail, all over

the place. The corner inside a sixth dimension, much further


than the blue sky, paragliding from the top of a building, I can

see time is endless. Writing again, are we still on the same

show? Must be going back, it's all on the table what I need when

you're not around. I am inconclusive, end of transmission inside

my head. Endless going round in circles, I dream a new myth.

Tipon, Tipon, BMW, BMW, white, white sideline, long

roads, through the tunnels. Age between 20 and 24, I

live in Rotterdam, a millennial, 2000+. Window and rain, BMW,

BMW, swipe, swipe shield. Ample visual, a hurting desire

to see beyond. 20 Years, dancing on a star, it's raining, I am Tipon.

4.

English, technically, was first not very funny to me. It happens

when you're not indigenous, a squire. He is building his marquee

just to have afternoon tea under a striped roof, red, blue and white.

A peasant and his rabbit hole, plain and simple are both life's heroic

poem, in English. If you're going to speak Dutch, technically, do a van Gogh.


Design a car, or better, a scheme. If it wasn't for English how would

you operate, here or there? And if dad or mom spoke both the same

language, they would have had only tea and not ***. But I have to

disappoint your high hopes, I was never English. My birth belongs

to the human race. My speech, obviously, is my own in this syncopate.

3.

We live in a world unborn, living is nevertheless real. It

is tough meat. Try selling it. Poetry was never politics, white

nor green. We are trying to end in the same ways and places,

for the rich a few less or more. I think that I won't make it, one

lifetime will fall short. Come sit here with me, let's talk fly fishing.


Was it too premature, the world in which we live? Let's have a

shave in the morning, you and I, before we start the journey.

Try holding it, the ocean, like sand in the desert. Success is

relevant here more than conscience. I see an animated formulation

of the president in this timelapse. The world is but a sad place, ut supra.