cyberabad pt.7

voicEs of telephonedrunkensAilors Starve me
ShadoWs of minormisunderstandings Give me the creEps
beutiful bodiEs bUrningthemselves in the ovenS of the futuRe
wirEs, plUgs and enterfaces stare at me frOm the Mirror
the past, the present and the uglY
I'm hungrY, with radiaNt hair
I'm pretTy with shoes on my eYesI'm leaving now with intergalactic forces that came to dinner last night
to chat aboUt the cyberspace
over a glass of wine.

...and Sokrat was his name.

I don't like winter

I was thinking –
is this the directiOn this should go?
and does it really matter
cause, honestly, who ever comes here...

How does capitalism incorporate every counter measure, absorbs and swallows it?

...with ease.
(over a cup of tea)

afteRAwhilEasunnYdaY

washingthe dishees. dirtyunderwear too. perfectday forsuch shit. instead of going outsidee.



.andplay.

ThE wAiTiNg dAnCe

episode one

"old" photos...

my hard disc just died one day. I had one series of photographs i thought were worth seeing. they are gone now. no backup. nothing. only three were left on flickr. oh, well.

i've made some new ones.
does 'new' = 'better'?
that's a stupid question.
but as mr. garrison once said: "there are no stupid questions, just stupid people"
so what?

circles

everything somehow goes in circles. but it's not a circle. it does not close. nor it repeats its motion.
it's not a spiral either. it does not go like that. maybe it is a spiral. i don't know.
everything is a blur. and so clear. crystal clear.
crystal breaks with ease. well, not exactly with ease, i guess it depends.
does it?
do i?
probably. i don't know. or i do know.
but 'to know' is probably wrong.
seen, met, talked to someone, that would be more accurate.
i could've swear i did.
but i can't remember.
and?
so what?
nothing.
crystal circles.
not crystal spirals.
does it have anything to do with drugs?
guess not.
the priorities differ, most of the time.
the audience is here to swallow, and clap their hands in the end.