Tag: thoughts

A metric analysis of impossible rhymes…

Life’s like a lobotomised impression inside a golden skull; too cheap to bury, too expensive to keep. A Stradivari of motionless complexities, all sailing south, monstrosities, as forbidden banners of condemned rebellions… Tied to the mast of someone else’s travels, on sleepless waves of no more dreams to catch, blinded lighthouses towering over shipwrecked carcasses … Continue reading A metric analysis of impossible rhymes…

To my autistic diary…

When its motion stopped, I realised that my circle of life became an insignificant spot, desperate, frightened, alone, like a tired fire juggler abandoned by an audience too dull to notice the beauty of the single detail constructing their illusion… “How odd” he said, “In vitro, every now and then becomes a schism embedded deep … Continue reading To my autistic diary…

Agnosis…

It’s not important to remember days, and wonder why has our time become so slow; it doesn’t matter anymore if there’s no thunder, after the rain, before the bow… It matters not why in our backyard’s desert, there are no camels and the Bedouins have left; what truly matters is a sense of water, illusion … Continue reading Agnosis…

Orwellian 1

It cameas an unexpected shock for many,the Plenty minister's decree:no ordinary party membershall wear neither boots nor socksanymore;the production of tablesshall be replaced by the productionof floors. It cameas an unexpected shock for few,the Love minister's decree:all ordinary party membersshall have a pair of opposite toessevered upon everyday entrance to places of work;medical assistance shall … Continue reading Orwellian 1

Post-non-apocalyptic, psychoanalyric therapy session…

ATTENTION: The shown image and text are NOT an invitation to action! Please read responsibly, at your own risk! It's 2013, following the End of the World/Year, with hoards of zombie-like survivors hangovering wind-blown, empty streets, littered with the scattered remains of what was once The Great Late Year 2012... Only the prepared ones seem … Continue reading Post-non-apocalyptic, psychoanalyric therapy session…