the ten minutes game

Ten minutes to think or die
Fingers running on the paper eventhough the paper is a screen and the fingers stumble and fall
Today three people laughed while one of them barked or was it that Cassavets movie I don't seem to remember the one where goats and husbands are brothers and sisters and children complain for there are endless jokes and funerals but no candy at all

Thoughts of work, professionnal thoughts, they linger
Much stronger than any other because they are linked to food, sleep, status and time
They are what you do aren't they
They are what all the others do

HERE IS THE TOMB OF THE THREE ERASED LINES
JUST BORN
YET ALREADY FORGOTTEN

Out of the game emerge lines of flesh, eyes and the taste of dry cookies
Don't ask me how pictures travel in my brain I would have to say disgusting things about my childhood, the usuall stuff about Paris and  loads of details about his hairs and his soul
But it wouldn't mean a thing it would just be a way of saving time