Perfect people don’t belong here, that’s why we’re all here
Today is a new day on the island of phallic toys. If you think you are not on it, you are mistaken. We are all here, laughing, crying…
Life after death inside myself
I’ve never been happier then the moment I stopped believing in life after death. Not
Words are parasites that inhabit my delicate skin
And then the words started coming out. One by one, ⠀ they competed with each
I will never be big enough to light up the whole room
I am the Candle, the cast of wax. A wick is stringed through me. Sometimes
They are already dead, but they don’t know it
Sometimes I hear only the echo of what I intended to write. A cry from
A butchered dream can last a lifetime if you nourish it well
I feel your movements inside me, meaty taste of obedience, fractal dynamics of the ballerina.
Do I dare to immortalize you?
Do I dare to make you immortal? If I turn every person I’ve loved into
An empty frame in the museum of art
Do you remember that (not)important day? I made a fool of myself at an art
You cannot lose something you never owned
House without visitors, life without notice, invisible among delusions and slaps, silently sobs behind its
I believe I can from scratch tailor my beginning
I give reality a chance, but I don’t blindly go to its chambers, I don’t
If you sell your soul, you will become a wine on Devil’s lips
They say, if you sell your soul, you will become a wine on Devil’s lips,
