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@monna-runaway
Rejection is my source of power. Connecting is like prediction of future weakness. Becoming something better out of someone elses grace. Prophecy of a fall. Rejection is…bitter acceptance.
Beer, coffee. Taste the substance of life. Morning, evening. Existence.
Reject everything. Father, mother, lover. Hopes and dreams. Reject in order to accept.
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Když „ten druhý“ se stane hlavním kanálem jak komunikovat sám se sebou. Udělala jsem to znova, někdo mi ukázal mou hodnotu, v někom jsem probudila život a někdo ho probudil ve mně, ale pak to zmizelo a já to začala zoufale chtít zpátky, cítíc se nehodná, hledajíc kde jsem udělala chybu, proč zase smrt a proč už ne život.
Ever since birth I'm plotting death. First my own, big and wounded implosion. When the will to live One morning manifests, I want to go on, but I can't. Then I indulge in terrible dreams of murder Better to kill one once than many times I want to kill my husband every day For trash he talks for such an outrage, He gave me drugs, I took, And hence was locked in double bind, Between two killers I dreaded the cost of taking life.
Poem Not Written in Catalan
Of all the things that are not eternal I deny the patience of water, the divinity of salt, and the persistence of the spider I would like to write a suicide note in three and a half languages and travel south on a Thursday towards some form of life outside of earth And although people will think I’m no longer there I will live in geodesic domes and count only in numbers below zero Sometimes when I walk past trees in the city I hear them denying me Normally this doesn’t bother me but today I’m not going to take any conspiracies I deny bodies of water smaller than the Great Lakes I deny any planet larger than America I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me I am air, light, sound, all of which I deny I deny the Buddha, I do not deny the Buddha An exact copy of my life is being lived three million light years away If there’s a way to prove it If mathematics were the only religion We are passing an era of turbulence make sure your seats are in the uptight position “When we come close to another a certain light ignites” Love like an arsonist steals into my life and burns down all my tenements (In a court of law, love will deny me and I can’t prove a thing)
– eric gamalinda
The city must be used By walking its streets in rain, Sun, night and day, Sadly happy or amazed Meeting you suddenly at Rothschild's park after I came from a visit home, Listening to The Knife under the umbrella and January rain in the wild and sad mood Waiting in a bar until you pick me up - and enjoy it a lot Having a favourite seller in the market And favourite flower shop Having discovered all the good wines on sale Going to my place at the rocks Listen to the sea Searching for glimpses of it from top of Geula Street Watching it's constant changes, places come and go Having a favourite bar to meet people and also café, and another bar, lots of Places not visited once but many times Held together with familiarity and feelings It must work for you as a friend ...
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Family patterns collide in the new space between us Which one will be the fittest? I don't mind, I cannot stand conformism. Let yours win in numbers, mine will spread in minds. Half way between the animal and gods.
Am I becoming clever again About a way to leave? Which feline ever needed an apology?
Validity of homesickness Idealized city Which annoyed me too much To stay.
The feeling of just having fucked a stranger Keep your mouth shut, I dive into this feeling Be someone strange for a while Let's start again, getting to know each other, Let's keep drinking and smoking the whole night, fucking, trembling with deep horniness of soul, The drug, love, Like endless coke, days on it, Your words making me come Shining haze Such things happen We should watch more erotic films. Where is the bitterness? Sweet feeling of being independent I just fucked a stranger.
Somehow deep and heavy, but not based on truth. Based on truth of something else. Think about it and it morphs, back into the pipe.
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Come however
Arrive disheveled,
with unkempt hair,
baggy mix matched clothes,
eyeliner streaking or none at all,
sloppy lipstick or none at all,
caked on eye shadow or none at all,
come without bottled fragrance,
come smelling of coffee or booze
or a thousand smashed out cigarettes on the back porch stoop.
Come without any intention to beguile,
as if beguiling anyone doesn’t even exist as a reason
for anything.
And I’ll receive you as you are,
as you choose to be,
with as much enthusiasm for one way as the next.
It doesn’t matter how you come,
it only matters that you do.
Unfinished Haiku (23). Inimitable Equanimity
Okay, you fell in love, I got it; Then what?
We pulled down the stars forgetting they could never go back.
Stairs?
I told you. It is not real falling in me.
Why not?
You are in love with me. I say, No you are not.
Unfinished Haiku (22)
Oh please oh please Undo you silence.
I revere you for your thought. A voice that thinks is more essential, And those that speak do not.
Wow, that’s Omar Khayyam.
Put down the floor makers hammer.
Unfinished Haiku (23). Inimitable Equanimity
Okay, you fell in love, I got it; Then what?
We pulled down the stars forgetting they could never go back.
Stairs?
I told you. It is not real falling in me.
What have we done? What have we done? We abandoned our old problems, for sake of completely new ones. I doubt that. Just more complex, nothing is new. Had I not always destroyed the lives of others, in a new creative way? It's just a trip of responsibility. Misery was a dress that always suited me the best. Discovering powerty, homesickness and dependence.
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The weed is messing with my brain. I'm sucked into picturesque realities, flowing one to another. Parallel universes, and sweet musical beat is holding my connection... To different, trippy world
Inquisition
What would you do when your composure will fail you?
Complain to the management
Brilliant.
it never would,,,,, I however might fail it and then I fight to win its trust once more
Interesting flip.
I’ll let you know when I get some composure to lose.
They are all sluts, I'll find another.
