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i am on my bike
trying not to blink
is this crying
later in the shower
i will put on cranberries
or let shampoo slide in my eyes
i will produce salt
i am an autonomous system
seems fucked
that my synapses react
to textmessages
if you could send virtual drugs
via iPhones
iPusher
iEmo
bitchnigga
download the app
it seems ok to do anything in this apartment
what if a$ap rocky sat in my room
with a bat behind the door
fists shaking around doorknobs
ideas of people hanging from the ceiling
in the bathroom opening my macbook
listening to ron carroll
if this was a computer game
existence 2.0
the final throw down expansion pack
i am lying in bed with my nikes on
smoking a cigarette
thinking seems ok for ~2 minutes
closing the macbook thinking oh
i walk to the kitchen
check out my limpin shit
i open the fridge
and close the fridge
and open the fridge and organise fruits in systems
by an estimated amount of future pleasure i will achieve
when throwing fruits at walls
thinking of apple thinking of orange
it makes me feel violent
opening fruits like a giant
i open the macbook
i open google earth
from this distance my body is a dot
from this distance my body is a vanishing point
even as it's walking down the street
with a big ass 2L coke in one hand
and a XXL pizza in one hand
like a bitch ass happy dwarf a white dwarf
or later at home as a dot inside a dot
that is my apartment in my room
with tomato sauce on the wrists
and a still facial expression behind doors
from this distance i throw fruits at walls
thinking oh
thinking ok
updating facebook
updating twitter
no one i know really uses twitter
i am smoking in bed
i am thinking smoking in bed is ok
i am thinking oh and shit and fuck
and oh and oh well and fuck twitter
i don't wanna watch moon alone ever again i mean it seriously
you write ”wanna smoke”
and i write ”yeah”
and you write ”'skype-cigarette'”
and i write ”yeah” and stare at the window
and go and sit in the windowsill
and light up a cigarette
and picture you smoking a cigarette
have a feeling of being less alone
via iphone and macbook
before i feel more alone
looking at the miniature picture
in the corner of the skype-window
that isn't really yours
this distance between us
fucking hate skype
someone should invent a camera
placed behind the screen
it would work
the illusion of functional videocalls
i know you're not dead
when i see your twitter-updates
unless someone is tweeting for you
or when i look at your face on the screen
unless someone is wearing your face
i don't know
how to feel about that person
i hope my internet crashes
soon or something
how to feel about that person
i hope my internet crashes
soon or something
caspar eric christensen, b. 1987, denmark, caspareric.wordpress.com has published various poems in different danish mags (both online and printed) the caspareric-blog was #1 on the 'top poetic blogs of denmark' at the blog: bukdahl.blogspot.com by literary critic lars bukdahl.