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[Jun. 6th, 2008|09:39 pm] |
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Why would you defeat yout eternity for ages? |
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[Mar. 20th, 2008|10:52 am] |
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For all your life you've been living in the Société du spectacle which you pretty much enjoy.
You've been told you can take off any time you want. But you surely cannot.
It's not that business of any kind is for you, it's more like you're for business. Accept it.
And everybody knows the whole thing is fucked up. However, nothing is to be done.
Still you've got your little bourgeois delights.
You think of your childhood as of something true, huh?!
Or you hope to rest in peace in few years from now, aren't you?
There's a formula for you. Just like one cool guy before, go and find a desert. Don't forget your football and AKs.
Thanks to the 500px.com |
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|02:25 pm] |
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Despite all the ignes fatui our rigid sun will tincure these precincts. They'll be purplish now. You have a relish for contemplative thoughts. Well, aridity isn't a deficiency. It is the premise. And the sun is diligently making its way over your reveries. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2007|12:55 pm] |
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I've got stuffy air inside, insane greyish moisture outside. The day was hard, but I was harder. When you get to drink some extra special deluxe scotch whisky early in a morning with a friend of yours who aims his old-fashioned pistol at his mouth, you kind of come to think about all that Macbeth stuff. The pistol is fake, and it can't fire just as life can't. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2007|04:28 pm] |
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The play of decay. I caught the blink of sun. Drowning in clouds. It talked to me. We intercommunicated via my cell. The sun asked how it was going. I said it was okay. Some freaky people tried to give anti-govt stuff. I poked one stupid girl away. Don't you never ever interrupt me when I talk to l' aster. Pardon pour my fucked-up French. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2007|12:31 pm] |
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He smacked it. Crashed and hacked it. Jumped over it. Totally annihilated it. The hilarious 'fuck' was heard all around. No one cared, neither did he. Thereupon he shot himself with all that sticky blood draining. Meanwhile he stood up and headed towards the vending machines to get some morning coffee before the first class. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2007|06:32 pm] |
The over-shown beauty
has fallen to her chin.
The thing is never over,
Don't matter if you're in.
With trumpet hanging there and violin destroyed
it never will be over with Heaven being 'troy'-ed |
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[Aug. 7th, 2007|06:47 pm] |
He whipped the thing up and turned it upon me.
- St-st-stay still, - he hollered as a lemic stuttering pig.
- Is that the Thing? - I hit back.
- What'd you know about it? Nobody knows. Neither do I.
- Hell a lot. It's the Artefact thirteen-ninety four.
- Hell what?
He tummbled down. He was dead. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2007|02:57 am] |
- Good day, isn't it? - a policeman hit a discontented with a lively smile.
- Couldn't be better, Sir. Why would you hit me, by the way? - the discontented guy asked turning quite as red as it is appropiate in a conversation of the kind.
- I don't know. Basically, you're to be hit. - He did hit him again However, d'you enjoy Mozart music?
- No, Sir. I prefer Liszt. I reckon, I've got to go. All the best, Sir. - He hit the policeman with a cucumber from his pocket.
The policeman falls down and dies. Can you imagine such a development of our cucumber industry? |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2007|12:15 pm] |
Ram it.
For real, dude, thou watchest as you've never known the thing. I have. D'you know how many little cranky people die every day? D'you care? C'mon, I know you don't. Have we turned into the empty shells, or even to separated shelves? I've no idea. And whatsoever no idea has me either. Why wouldn't you kill? Like you give a damn about the value of a human life and all this shit? Hell no. Basically you don't wanna blood your hands and don't wanna get in a jail.
Anyways, give divine stuff if there is any to your God if again there is any. And give scissors to Caesar. |
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[May. 11th, 2007|05:45 pm] |
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When I think of the decline of the Western civilization, I get up on the cliff by the murmuring river and enjoy the astounding sunset. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2007|02:21 pm] |
We, the would-be dead men, would like to declare our declaration and state our statement.
The roses of Moses. The thesis of Jesus.
You shall not overstep the downlaid fences. It's not like you're forbidden. Maybe it's like you can't, but you would never really know. So does it in the fact designate? |
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[Apr. 12th, 2007|05:28 pm] |
If you go for it, you shall never find the remedy. That'll work, dude. That's whatcha wanted. lol.
The light feeling of existense. The mere reflection of love which calms and governs the spiralized clouds behind scrap-skiers up there. Or down there. Whatever. Neat idea of being complete. It's not like thou watchest and hath not seen. It's all about not even looking upon, but knowing for sure. The trueЪ love. |
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[Mar. 27th, 2007|10:53 pm] |
To my beloved Mary
For all frugality of not-existing sense, for sweet ungodly hour that I'll wait you at, for outburst of giddy kisses, for holding thee as strong as ever, for never being far apart, for Universe is little thing so to describe it, for Love that undergoes and wins - for all of that I simply am.
And thee I love. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2007|11:48 am] |
You wake up in upper-ness of solemn two meters or even less. A lying, i.e. recumbent, person quite resembles a lying assurance - he don’t care, neither does he think of any intentional moving. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2007|12:07 am] |
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"In the beginning was the Word", says the Bible. What this famous quote from John's Gospel really reflects is the fact that any word put in a correct context is of powerful potential. Little do we realize sometimes the effect produced by what we say, even though a word is nothing, but a combination of consonants and vowels that refers to abstract images in one's conscience. For example, f-word is simply four letters put together, but at least for the associations it produces its use ought to be restricted. Not contradicting in any way with one's freedom of speech, the idea that it is no good to swear in public should be introduced gently to our minds. What one should realize is the simple fact that his or her saying aloud a dirty word may do real harm to people around, at least to small children and to ladies. Of course, some members of society should be forced; however, they should not be forced literally, but they should be made to come to this wise conclusion. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2007|10:18 pm] |
Tomorrow was the war; not hidden anymore.
My hopes was gimpy crow; forgotten in the row.
Ich war wahr |
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[Feb. 10th, 2007|03:13 am] |
Men think of abstract things aimlessly, women always need to know 'what for?'. If I am wrong, please, tell me. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2007|09:48 pm] |
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Instead of nothing, I'd rather say yes-thing. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2007|12:53 am] |
Not being understood
Means quite a lot
For those who have
Already died.
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There’s no chance to dare
In emptiness of 20 years
I have forgotten to forget.
Just leave me downstairs.
Oct. 9th, 2006 |
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