I'm falling. And if
I tell the world I am down
No one will help me

I suppose it's sad
Tragic. lying on the floor
But surely I fell

Of my own doing
So I must stay here broken
And very lonely

Naturally walked.

Even the alacrity in the spots.
Stars the undoing of nervous endeavors.
And pines made of thought thrown asunder.
The globes.
Softly speaking.
And smile fragile.
Then gone.
The spiral orb.
She waits.
In arms.
Tended to in black.
Asked in gloom.
Pillaging mind wasting.
And rest.
In a frantic sooth.


Garrett Johnson

Freedom
is the feeling you get
when you breathe your first breath
and your ribs
no longer
press into
the floor.

I'm dying by hunger
he said
and I remembered about
all these ruined places
and its children
and their mothers
no
you're not dying

you just still don't have enough capacity
to realize
that you don't need a new jacket
and shoes
you own muddy ones in the hallway
and the others you don't like
*******
give me
a better reason

and try
to swallow your dreams
and keep them
in a digestive tract
to the last second
of not giving a ****

as the ones who are trying to fall asleep now
on the pillow of tomorrow's death

it's up here I can see
just how small we all are
and yet together
we can make for
quite a beautiful view

After that, the floor had to be
dried for several days
using a hairdryer,
iron
and wiping,
keeping the window permanently open.
During this time the purchased roll
of new floorcovering
managed to reach room temperature.
New planks were quickly installed
instead of the stripped ones,
and then the entire floor was lined
with 6 mm plywood to avoid leveling.
A new monotone polyvinyl layer
was placed on the adhesive
and double-sided tape
(for fixation).
The seams were joined by silicone
sealant. After that,
the repair was completed,
as it is common to lay the lino
at the end.

Under the vynil
much of the flooring was dry,
but planks near the wall began to rot
and the smell couldn't got
rid of. Vinyl was laid here
in two layers, as the old one
hadn't been removed.
But the felt at the base
was soaked;
there was no reason to keep it.
At first, the flooring could be
easily removed by hand, sometimes
snapping off
with twinned pieces at once,
but after half of the work was done
the vinyl ceased to come off
in whole parts: either
it was constantly torn and stick
with glued pieces
or the pattern layer was
peeling off the base.
The baseboard was thrown into the corridor,
but eventually it ended up in a dump,
(like a ridge) broken in many places.
The areas where the adhesive
remained firm required a constant
flow of boiling water,
so the kettle was put to use.
Wait a few minutes after pouring it
on the glued felt. Then vigorously
remove with a scraper and a taping knife.
After that the dirt had to be washed separately,
but it didn't matter compared to the cost of the solvent.
Finally, blood-soaked planks
were broken off and thrown away.