Each day I dream of moving to Vienna
Each day you dream of bathing in milk
Each day I dream of bus trips and henna
Each day you dream of bathrobes of silk
While you dream of putting down your roots
I pack my bag and lace my boots
While you dream of hardening your clay
I dream of being far away
Each day I dream of travelling far
Each day you dream of staying in bed
Each day I dream of raising the bar
Each day you dream of clearing your head
Promise me you’ll give your dreams a chance
So you can find the inner peace that you lack
And I’ll keep waiting for the circumstance
Which will allow my hardened clay to crack
And whisk me away
To the milky, bustling cities of Austria
John Westlund Art: Ushiri
in your eyes, reversed shards
tinted tiny tricks and my tattered whispers trapped in the Box of words among letters and your pretty shiny things baby chameleons in the closet of course they are always there playing subtile and kissed stories from a lier tounges tickling glaring Kaleidoscope hope in the dept of your wishing well I live all my episodes alone in soft Hideouts shelters will’o’wisps and fairytales strangers, walking my walk talking my talk vibes and tunes not mine your moves and chills and in my bones your cheap thrills and my ribs like thorns cut sharp through raw flesh
The bed of flowers will haunt me to the end and nowhere I can descend
Mysteries of life flows through my veins and depressions is all that reigns
Poem: Urgblurg Art:
Ushiri Concept art: Anna
Turtle , oh my turtle
I love youré green skin dear turtle
You and me are the same
Perhaps this poem is a bit lame
But anyway we are both the same
Robert Kohn Art: Linus Strömdahl
Eating you is crunchy. My love for you is soft.
The ringing in my ears is loud. You are my best
ambrosia and my best vice, sometimes I wish I
could snack on you, twice. But the main bunny in
charge at the carrot factory says “There just simply
isn’t enough mass market appeal to keep
production up to justify the costs, so we need you to
kill all the carrots.” Immediately, I wept. Then we
made our escape! -Everything I desired
and feared, you, sweet carrot, are it.
You are everything.
The carrot is freedom!
O, Inner Carrot!
May all the sisters and brothers of humanity
find peace in your shining bark, in your giving of life, and in your almighty generosity!
May your inner light
give well-being and strength to a soul in need!
In the name of The Inner Carrot!
I want you!
I need you! I love you!
Translation from Swedish: Tuva Letler-Bayan / Art: