Morning's dillema.

I look through all the faces
in their heads are empty spaces
dillema of the morning's imposed

How much should I have dosed
In the morning's myst of fear
not to see them, not to hear

Memento mori.

Every orgasm is like a small death, she said. What do you associate an orgasm with, what color? Red and black, she says. Not because of death, I ain't afraid of the death. Well, neither am I. Like everything has its ending, it wouldn't be good if we lasted forever.

Why don't we die when we are completely happy, embraced, during an orgasm, united, when we need nothing else in the whole world? Wouldn't it be more complete to die when you miss nothing more, need nothing more, nothing else bothers you, you get completely fulfilled... or, you get to die in suffering, missing thousands of stupid shits?

Memento mori.

stolen bits of conversation

This was, surely, just a mental diversion. And perhaps I was just a Member of a Secret Foreign Service that was accidentaly falsified somewhere from Japan, or something. I wouldn't know - knowlege is as deep as perception is, anyways - and this early in the morning, my perception is quite a ... like a ... like a variable, like X going to minus infinity. Early in my life I used to be young, though that fact was changing as years passed by. Amasing, isn't it? Fcuk. Now I'm just a old trash bag, ain't-good-for-nothin'.

It all started with golden fishies.

Pa Ssta - So What?!

"pa ssta"

massta
zzivjeti disati pisati
recci djelovati ne stati
smjeti htjeti voljeti ne izdati
i ne strassiti se
*
vjernost ideal romantika
vitez bez nakaza
kamikaza
politike bijesa razvaljenih snova
stresa
nisam za tog lijesa
*
joss tri za gross
a zzivot za dvje
rijeci pogressne
smjessne jeftine
*
ne skreni sa puta
ne gledaj iza
kriza



"so what"

imagination
to live to breathe to write
to say to do not to stop
to dare to want to love not to betray
and not to be scared
*
faithfullnes ideal romance
knight without monsters
kamikaza
of politics rage broken dreams
of stres
i'm not in for that cascet
*
you get three for a quarter
and a life for two
wrong words said
funny cheap
*
do not lose your path
do not look behind
chrisis