The Root of the Free Radical Is Heart

You are in the project. You're being discussed now. May there only be little black magic. You're the nautical skin. You navigate. You're in Europe. You're looking for experience and feeling. You're looking for them here. Now we're talking about your roots. Take off. We're networking. You're surrounded. Read this. Go stand in the square. Boom boom, listen to the children. Look at the basketball. Go to the pond with the children. Listen to the frog. Dangle your feet in the dusk. Now have a bright space here. Go fearlessly into the project. Divide yourself a little. Divide yourself from yourself. You're a particle of Hellerau. A particle of aesthetics, a particle of existence. It's written on the wall in gold. Above the door. You're a gate for what passes through you. Look at the sky. Don't call it Maria. Say door. You can say passage. Say passenger. Say umbrella and protection, and say blue. You can also say cap. You're coming by train. Don't spare yourself. Get involved. Let your colors run. Don't be left hanging. You're a bit of an oyster. A bit of Easter. You aren't closed. A bit pink. You shimmer. You aren't open either. Now put down the oyster-Easter-aster sequence. Enough of laying happy series. We'll give you a sign. Put the suitcase down. Unpack the clothes. Look at yourself. Surprise yourself. Let someone give you lamp, give you blanket, pillow, desk. Wipe the floor. Sweep the dirt into the hallway. Put the plugs in your ears. Make yourself at home. Be round, golden, auratic; listen-simply be a simple egg among other simple eggs. Protect your head. Put your throat into the project Europe. Drown. Vanish. To vanish-the idea arouses you. Dissolve. Submerge. What are you doing here? Lie down. What are you saying? What are you doing? Put down everything you have. Do a lot of nothing. It feels good. You'll see a rain of tongues. Don't strain yourself. It's Russian. Everything's here. Don't prick up your eyes. Be deep. Be blue. Let the sentences trickle through your body sac. Make the door porous. Drink the first sentence. Navigate. You're the nautical skin. Forget yourself. Don't stop. Whirl. Surface somewhere else. Throw up. Follow the dolphin. Undulate. We'll interpret it. Accept it. Don't be afraid of all the animals here on the square. Fear no meaning. Spread yourself out. Do it like the pelican. Give them blood. Where there's a wound, take tongue. Say rip. Lick it away. Add to it piece by piece, to your injury. Network it. Stand under the aspen before the outbreak of leaves. Buy a calling card. Do your laundry. Touch kittens. Stroke your egg. Don't forget to exhale. Air out your pants in the window. You can buy yourself a rose. Let the snail creep across your joints into your sleeping bag. Sleep in the cemetery once a year. Forget the dream with the stone. Don't pack the stone in your duffel bag. Close the zipper. Protect your heart. Shake yourself. Take the bus. Bite into the apple from the tree. Eat light and dark beer. You're on the outskirts of Dresden. You're nautical. You eat Indian food with friends. Destroy the evil objects, say friends who know something about Africa. Put your hands in your pockets. Throw the bandages away, even the ones with blue eyes and the little plugs in the pupils, even the ones in your coat. Be as open as the sky so that nothing that wants to enter you is left hanging inside you. Catapult the invasion through yourself into the loop. Feed the current in. Meet spirits. Go for a walk. Call it Hellerau. Now Graz. Austria. Lana. Here's the hotline between projects. Here's Basel. Hear me? Need me? Feel me? We're going for your roots. Branch out. Rustle. You're the nautical skin. Practice. Partly your resistors conduct us; partly they attract you-we got you under your skin. Don't be afraid of gadgets; don't be afraid of boom boom, your heart, the root of the free radical. Put your hand on your pain. Listen. Accept it. …