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Life can be a miracle or it can be a hell. It’s only your choice.
Smokes and fogs, whales in flight Norwegian wood, a priceless sight
You are something and nothing at the same time
Give her a smile, let her dream
People believe that their character depends on their date of birth, zodiac sign, name and eye color, but completely forget about education
If my thoughts were really able to materialize, then the space around me was filled with a hopeless longing, despair, pessimism and animal fear. And people have drowned in that swamp flavored with masochism, porn, mundane and absolute degradation, with the smell of decaying rot.
In Iceland, there is a special word for the wishes of good luck - «hvelreki», which means “have a whale on the shore by your homestead.”
Galaxy
Films show drug taking as a ten-seconds session, for example, like a single deep breath, but in fact, it takes almost ten thousand years. While I slowly get to a bathroom, look for sterile package with trembling fingers, I cannot find it - so I hit the cabinet, and it whines sorrowfully; notice the used syringe, lean towards it, wince because of the pain spreading, tear off a piece of cotton, trudge into the kitchen; I find a spoon, turn on the gas, pour a powder in and sit down to wait - for that period of time somewhere new universe could be born. But we are faced only with the death of my galaxy. I'm too calm for such a moment. I have not prepared a speech. Can we wait a little longer? - Pain in the chest has a different opinion on this matter. If my veins were plants, they would have sprouted through my skin and blossomed in anticipation of rain. My stupid body wants to quickly soak in this dark brown liquid, although it knows how it ends.
I listened to the bullshit about your love. I mean, about what doesn’t exist, and simply nodded in response. Like I have it in the same way, like I am the same as you.
A story
Make up your own story, in which you would be the main character. Tell me it briefly, like if it was a compressed script, in a style of your favorite book, film, whatever. Firstly, I would like to hear something in the spirit of times, simple and sincere. Secondly, not something ordinary and vulgar. I mean, you can be gay, or afro-american, and it can be as much terrible things, but it should be worthy to tell. Think about what you’ve heard and seen for thousand times - no need in that. At the same time, think about something you see every day, but no one had heard about it yet.
People were first androgynous, and God divided them into two halves, which have since then been wandering around the world and looking for each other. Love - is a dream to find the lost half of ourselves.
To associate love and sex - it was one of the most bizarre ideas the Creator
We are together for so long But we’d been together so long ago That means there is no meaning in words
Someday we’ll be lyrical lords
People like you do not come from cabbage Dreams about you are vanished only with blood When would you let me carry your baggage? In you I see just a flower bud
Though
In me you can see just A mud
A crowd doesn't need freedom for holiday.
I kiss the soil I eat the soil I hug the soil And I praise the God who made you Stop me in your own time in Scandinavia Unprotesting I’ll die in Scandinavia
I’m your little wolf from Wall Street With your folded photo in the nostril.
I’m stomped as my namesake on the ice rink I will be drunk beyond repair I used to breath your hair but you have deprived me of the right to vote.
I breath the white powder.
It feels good So good.