Hotellet

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

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.

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.

Someday we’ll be lyrical lords

In me you can see just A mud

A crowd doesn't need freedom for holiday.

It feels good So good.