today there was a leaf stuck on my shoe

gobbledigook

i hurt myself..the day before yesterday

ogtoringer

this page belongs to you (katerina)

how do you write a song?

im sure the right way is not to try and write one

by using up all the pages in the notebook

and writing crap

is it?

why do we write songs?

words and melody?

does it solve anything?

it seems selfish to me

im sure im gonna read this tomorrow and laugh

now, im wondering,

HOW DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS OFF HERE?

what am i doing

my drawings are lines

my music is sound

my photos are images

my clothes have been bought

my?

there is no my. ever.

there is only you

static but dynamic

warm but cold

here but there

but

but

but

always in my mind

ogtoringer.

.

m.s.

a little poem for the road

streets are getting narrow
everywhere i walk
im followed by a shadow
it's not eager to talk

i turn and say "hello
how pleasant that you're here"
it stops and wants to leave
it doesnt show its fear

i say "hey mr. shadow
please, don't be afraid
just tell me so i know
how and why you're made"

his eyes wont even budge
they're fixated on me
his look just wants to stay
his body wants to flee

and in the end he talks
a melody is playing
its scales are not like ours
i don't know what he's saying

my body starts to fly
my feet don't touch the ground
intoxicated by
this new frequence of sound

i guess im not the loser
im not the odd man out
i've realised it now
and i just need to
shout
out
loud

m.s.

LONDON