sodankäynnin... Taide Experimental and Dark-hearted Painters (The Charred Oak / Sculptor Ice Combinations) (Paint with wine and paint with blood and they make you feel like a god Drink the wine and write of blood, you always will remain unloved) the "iceoak" combinations begun in the very late 1005 and never finished because i, wolfram winterfuhr, hopefully am dead now uh, sorry finished in 8.2.1006 (that's february, you fools). tracks all the way to the tenth written in january. - likewise once before, the track one platform somewhat loosely based on one by mr. ken mclellan. see also 'wolfram triumphant' on 'scoria'. - in craze she creatively quoted some filthy poetry not by her, not be me. - the trilogy of the tracks 7 through 9 (and also some selected paragraphs below them) were written BEFORE. you know, BEFORE? the rest is written in february pöw Star Ice Combination Yet Still Single Malt and Single Cask 990, a 16-year-old lovely, Cask No X, 48.8 vol ---- --- ----------- colour earthtoned amber with some chardonnay-like refraction and her forest rain drenched ochre fur. muzzle steelfired kodachi. burnt, dusty oak with subtle smoke. deathlike and sweet. corpse oily, textured, layered, even a little crispy. palate the perfect wood. soft toffeeish uranium. hints of smoky gunpowder and vanilla snow covered soil. cold autumn rivers with maple leafs. finish very creamy and provocative. icy naphtha, frosted magnesium burning. dead crow on the grey grass. touch of fine venom. remarkably strange. notes volcanic, radioactive and poisonous whisky. one of the most fascinating ways to end thy eves. star ice sculpted on this picturesque hell easy for a victim so there she fell some fall in vain she fell in red rain draft and rough drawing, can't complain i never saw her with so much blood on her face and now she's gone with a vague red trace i think of her when i hear the cold song singing of the sick, gory world, there we both belong something for painters and stained paintcraft for artists that sweet insanely laugh i have and for those who die in the rain but drenched are the ones who paint my pain the legacy left are the drawings unfinished on the frontier with them now banished i kiss and feel them on my firm hold they're sad lovely war stories only days old but something for painters i've had for long yet alone, something there must be all wrong weak constellations, faint romance too faint to have a slightiest chance so i've thought of her since the night we met wondered why we stuck on this wrong side of death and now she's fallen when the cerise all rained and scarlet and carmine, i loved her and loved seeing her paint -------------- ii sodankäynnin taide (akvarelli) by opening this dusty volume you're reaching an undistinguished snow-layered tomb a PITY the snow isn't one related artist nor any other artistically developed cat-hearted beast like you your eyes soo dark your war pure art blending the stark japanese malt and i still cannot canNOT exult.. i am an artist too you know yeth my art may be slightly odd a painter no more than a dead cat, though painting the grass with his blood arrr... i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love thee i lve thee i love you i love you i love thee i love thee i love thee i love ou uo li i i love you i love thee i loive to vi el i love you i loe you i fckin olve o i fuckin love you i damn fuck i lvo oyuj i love yoU!! daamn i'm so fucking alone without you or even with you but thass annoter storie i lo ve yhou i love you i love you! i love you i lvoe!!! YOU!!!! fuck you i love you! fuck magic weather and water colours fur surrealism mere is all that follows i love you ti i love you i love htee oi oi you i love ou i love you i love you i love ou i love ou i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i olve yoi i lov eyou i love you i love you i love you and cant think about much else... dammit, this is so STUPID i love you i love you i love you i olve you i dissolve you i love you i love you i love you and that loving completely sucks! fuck you i love you! maalaa lumet leopardit pois maalaa meiät verenpisaroiks.... i love you i love you i love you eth voli! i love you i love you i love you i LVOE You i LOV Eyou i lo vehttteeee i love you i love youJ! love you love you love you love you love you love thee love you love you love you me fuking loves you you fucking lovely loved one you damn i love i love i LOVE you i love you i love you i love YOU! i love love love you and i fucking hate loving you so fuck you i love you! -------------- iii northport to patchie (acrylic) wwh? wwhat! i lvoe .. who ? why yes i od... love that propene why the damn everybodie draws even the ca-nine if not aye horse scriiicthes and pretty drools and od being overdose, you foorls i think i could do that, too draw, i mean, i'd snow cats cool with acrylonitrile i'd go the canvas through wind up the wolvish fur drawing for wool care i not being ostracised be her who shuns i like evil girls, not mean ones she makes me think i could do that finally overdose being the word i mean (me mean? nay) i dont shun life generally, its MY life i hate and many others seem to agree with me (yeagreat...) perhaps i really should draw for i cant write too tired... to even try, Sculptor... the constellation that cannot fly i cry quite a lot and no one cries for me which is good, never used to get sympathy but i cry because i suffer being lovelorn desolated, deVASTated yet _snowleopardborn_ so fuck off, i have the grr-rifeth to love her..grr or any one, i could love anycat/wolfgirl I daree... i just had to stop writing and draw but i dont get me. i dont get me at all i totally worship my demons unknowing sexuality torn dream-ons northern port for an anonymous furry i want to die and i'm sorry -------------- iv saw dust and cinnamon brandy (woodcarving) Charred oak and flavour I imagine on her lips For the tips and her tongue's to me insipids I saw dust only where I dreamt of her candy But in sugarcoat dreams I taste her cinnamon brandy Frosty celtic yew i chew in ruddy woodcrave For suicide attempts in agony, one effort to name Talorus and all cabinets of the insane cats Tell me. Is this (shows his paws) expressionism flow or just an inapt scratch? Discarted so many-chrome mono-creme times How I even find me anymore in this clime For frosty it is and so it's so sublime The reverse-empyreal xxxxxxxxx hold me in rhyme Trypticon, lead me only to quasargazing grief For so-minnie-finds "you can keep the thief" I say and alone I've let ones more With angst in my eyes through legend and lore Nimbul, also a soldier, keep my gaze in the dirt Abominus, sustain all of mine down to the fantasy earth The cargo made this raddling effect Made me fur haggardly scurrilous and... yes, red Six is past but also a reinstatement Hardly the times that now so are present I remember the sakki and the thrusting pain I coolly remember the freight of shame... Addendum: In love... I want to fall and get hurt again -------------- v In Craze I Fell With Her (chalk) i brought my revealed fangs very near her neck and threatened with a warm whisper she would be very afraid from now on a decade ago - i still remember it well - she in her early teens did the same thing to me, whispering "i am the gentle stream... that tickles!" she giggled making me feel the warmth on my throat "...through the summer glades of ever green peace". she lifted her gaze unto my confused eyes and continued in soft, weak voice "therefore we will drink my sleep and dream..." she suddenly looked so, so sad. "i am the bleeding sky, the snatching wind of war blowing through the savage garden..." this was the point i realized i had fallen. i had fallen... "my fur's fire! the erotic sinews of Love - like strings to be pulled". fallen... "and cut". fallen in craze. first she kissed me. she hugged me. then we kissed, we hugged. and we held one another and cried together. i had fallen in craze with her. she has taken many new scars from since. for deep inside she still was this fragile, innocently murderous vulpine i had loved so many turns and so many turns she had been away from me most of her worse wounds had not healed. like i said, she was frail... and she feared me. she knew i could have done whatever i desired to her. but she knew also this: i would never hurt her (against her will). she didn't fear me, not really! it was the way of showing respect... and she truly gave value to the fact - that in fiction - i still loved her. -------------- vi Latvian Valium (pencil) Befriend ol' ravens, eastern goths Embrace the scene while kingdom rots Once you vikings, witches were And still your corpses have their share High skies, trees and warcastles tall Porteris dark, dark nights to fall Barbaria and blood for flocks And for the churls some modern drugs Live the way where Death comes forth Where wolves frolic and drams are pour'd Once you wizards, folklore were And still - I'm sure - you have lore there -------------- vii sinihappoa ketuille (performance) ja pöh they went... "hands in the air, hun" or what? i'll miss the fun? "...you'll kiss..." (un-faded memories of Her attack me like an incisive naginata-sharp cutting blow deep into my stomach and i'll feel unclouded and reasonable tonight no more!) capoeiraa ketuille "you're a cat" get it over with, you already attacked (she wounds me physically making me afraid, all vulnerable and subservient-ish for a few seconds of time and those inches of tiny moments are all she need in more detailed manner i fall holding my elbow in agony and she jumps... hits my muzzle hard enough with her usually-so-soft paw and claws and scrapes and skins and ropes sss ropes.. and the strength that now comes back to me can't make me victorious anymore she's all over me but i can't hear her anymore. i try to find a place for a snooze to let swift dreams wash away this grrr-rrr- rouge) sini ...kettu ...happoa kissa sinäkin olet, saatana ja pöh they went viii Gentle Are We... (crayon) Katsoin huoneen toisella laidalla lattialla olevaa likaisenvalkeaa pulloa, jonka kylkeen oli piirretty mustalla tussilla kissan pääkallo. Korkki oli kiinni. Väsynyt puulattia narisi hänen pehmeiden askeltensa painosta. Hän kierteli rauhallisenoloisena ympärilläni ja yhtäkkiä säpsähdin voimakkaasta iskusta selkääni. Hän alkoi hakata puisella kepillä kehoani joka puolelta. Ärisin tuskissani ja yritin kääntää edes kasvoni pois tieltä, suojautua siinä määrin kuin pystyin. Jouduin antamaan hänen tehdä mitä hän tahtoi, valinnanvaraa ei ollut. Muutamien raskaiksi käyneiden iskujen jälkeen kuulin kepin tippuvan maahan. Käännyin varoen nähdäkseni hänet. Yritin pyyhkiä kyynelehtiviä silmiäni olkapäihini. Hän kyyristyi ja toi kasvonsa lähelle omiani. "Are you all mine... and mine only?" Vastaukseksi pystyin vain tiuskaisemaan nopean, äänekkään, miltei huvittuneen hengähdyksen, jonka hänen absurdi dialoginsa (monologinsa?) sai aikaan. Hullu katti. Hän vaikutti niin tyyneltä kaikessa sadismissaan. Laskin uupuneen katseeni maahan. Pullo oli omalla tomuisella paikallaan hänen takanaan. Ilman korkkia. ix the cimmerian cat not mine (not paint) I crouch in blur with head quite stained And touch her pretty toes Her colour-red something not paint I rise and kiss her nose... My beaten body, bruis'd but lusty Doing her small favours Or even bigger ones, sick crusty Favours in all flavours That bottle did reveal arcanum Dazed reality I wonder in this weird asylum Does she visit me... I'd DIE for her, yes that I'd do Bring end this half-heart stray But that is only half-way true; I'd gladly die -- anyway There's bea-u-ty far more than should For something comes I fear: Yeah, SHE will come - in solitude I could not have her here -------------- x ...yet feel our delight (oil pastel) "Ja mitä taas minun harvoihin ilonaiheisiini tulee - mikä minulle merkitseee riemua, elämystä, hurmiota, sitä etsii muu maailma korkeintaan runoudesta, elämässä se on hulluutta." (Der Steppenwolf) Eroticism wasn't for him. For he could not surrender. Some enthusiastic kisses and lashes and vicious wishes fulfill'd and I could never understand him again. Gomen. Gomen. En pelkää eloa, en kaunista nuolemaa Milloinkaan aiemmin en yksin ole elänyt näin täyttä elämää -------------- One past thing said that once me tore and with that I'll stay grxx I'll get fool'd by love NO MORE NOR be fool'd by xxx! No! Let's have a comPLETely different perspective: xi xxxxxx (black ink) Leopardipoika ja aina niin alla Leopardipoika ja pieni valhalla Kommuunin palkka on synti ja sota Ja sodan paikka kommuunin kota Syytön sotaan, syy silti murhaan xxxxxx ei suin kärsinyt turhaan En milloin tahdo häntä suudella Kosken kykenisi enää muita ajatella Vihaan sitä että rakastua voisin Tuntea tunteista se sairain, tuhoisin Mut voi nyyh, tällaista prkl tämä on Haistakaa vittu sillä minä tahdon Seksiä kera aatosten sekavin Seksiä kera leopardi xxxxxxn -------------- Yes Let sex ensue and wounds be TORN yet forget not this txxxx: I'll get fool'd by love no more ESPECIALLY not by xxx xii the twisted logic of dungeon architecture (sculpture) i am white and black and grey and a cat - try make me obey my mind you cant eviscerate at least without a proper blade this is teeny-angsty poetry he wrote: 'fight me bite me make me bleed shatter my resistance make it hard for me to breathe splatter my existence' rather boring, eh? this is something i found, don't know the source: 'she extends her arm to you offering you the gun, handle first. when you dont take it, she gently leads your hand until you are holding it, your finger on the trigger. she lifts the gun until its pointing to the middle of her forehead. a tear runs down her cheek and she whispers "im sorry".' and THAT was poetic. and not written by me. i'd just scrape something like 'i want to bleed i want to bleed i want to bleed' for i... If it makes me happy I can choose to spill our yummy bloods If it makes me happy I can cut and cut a little too much If it makes me happy There's this death thing i can choose If it makes me happy Life's somethingawful I can refuse If it makes me happy I can make this lonely leopard die It won't make me happy But I choose to live a LITTLE more life -------------- Yet would it be too hard to guess How love works by my side I HATE this but have to confess Already fool'd am I... xiii to a girl who would be a cat (collage) ..What is this? " How the fark can this be real This hunger's just a start But should there be served the last meal I'd gladly taste Her blood " Only poetry. Only Poverty For cepheids drrk ive twisted tears For grinding mindless yeers I wont let me get drrkn'd still Even for my will I'm sure its fun you have down there Your pxx too has the dare But sure i am of this one too Its me who does love You Like countlessly before, after Its fun awright sigh laughter Yet i bet its i, me-whore Who cries for loves you more Here with broderskapets ring With new lyrics i sing But like i said this is only Some po-or po-e-try Wonder why i used an a ExACTly for that way You're NO ONE, NOTHING, nocatgirl As long as could not have You Here Grr Yethpoetry this is, lil card That's only writhen art And worst kind of such infant blur A debate for some-Herr 'gain ends this now with sorries long And still they come all wrong Agh, let's begin now: sorry sorry Before this gets all gory Sorry sorry shoot my please I cant go on with these I'd bleed to death i'd bleed me well Even 'fore i fell! Someone reading this might guess Of HER i scrape this mess NO I DO NOT WRITE OF YOU (even hidden with an x or two...) Poiskaipuu ja epuu elon xxxx xxxxxxx xxxxx Pois vaan tahdon kaipuun turhan Teen leopardisurman Like shit i write yet continue Embarrassed to the tomb But mostly mortified i am 'cause i'll go with a bang