Hereoutin

by David Vikgren


Hereoutin

                                                                dreadfulli, dreadfulli difficult this living in society changes affects all who lives their legs their bodies. that the feeling is special one has a childhood firmly rooted human dignity, household goods carried away. all hard tough most beautiful grandest area, the setting of childhood torn down vanishes. Eivor Bertlin lost the brick front, Leif Rönnbäck put the cards on the table in dread of. that only keeps on and keeps on, from the north side they start to demolish the house onwards the families Hanun and Alghawi. who lives at a crossroad a great question mark. dispersing anxiety is the worst thing you can do, thrusts and strikes, people shall not be exposed to shaking, vibrations, it’s a certain feeling, and a charged meeting, brought down a round of applause and with drills, shovels, and ladders seized the house, the entire scenario of society that sat and it started to speak: here must be a rough kind of co-operation. something that is not required that only goes on and is vanishing completely, gradually extended, big black. soon there is nothing left, absolutely no thing. here where we who live on the edge of an abyss. think thoughts feel feelings a thoughtfully clear language we must live with bring out, we must disclose the pit,

© David Vikgren