How to know your thoughts are not your own?
repeating alien sentences
repeating alien sentences
talking like somebody you don’t even know
being convinced by the extroverted prick
buying books which sucks
assimilating alien culture
culturshock
being boring for yourself
feeling like a clown
caring about
popularity
democracy with 15% illiteracy rate
I am becoming a cynic
well I am
That was a digression
but my mind is possessed
please take it with caution
whatever I said
There comes a time
when you stop to give a damn.
I was a punk, I was a dreamer
I was a believer and a disbeliever
I was in love and I was in lust
I had my friendships which didn’t last
I was a beauty and I was a hag
I was a woman, and I was a guy
I felt dirt poor, and I felt rich
I’ve been a good kid, I’ve been a bitch
I was a star, and I was a dirt
I’ve been ecstatic, and I’ve been dead
Now, I don’t know, what can I say
It’s hard to be
one everyday.
It’s so quiet.
What if I could do anything?
There is no plan for tomorrow
I am the most free man
What kind of idea wants to enter my mind?
She is invited
Hope she doesn’t mind the mess
Do I feel any need?
No, I am blank.
So, what next?
I am calling my soul back
but she is offended
and she doesn’t answer me
should I go and chase her?
or scare her out of me forever?
is she still alive?
should I try to choke her somewhere in deep water
or go and cross a killing chasm
with her on my arm?
she is such a weakling
quieter and quieter
she just doesn’t speak
she just silently exists
when all the others talk
she disappears.
Paper money, paper money, paper money, do you love me?
Oh, I love you, paper money, you are oh, so sweet!
A tree in my backyard is worth more than you, but so be it,
I do love you paper money, you make me dance and sing,
all I ever need is ink
and my printer which is git
all the people waiting here
for my cute Gutenberg box
to create some magic bill.
Paper money, paper money
oh, so sexy, oh, so dumb
just like you like it man
just like you like it madame.
The world is a marketplace
seller smile seller face
the world is a marketplace
here is one place I can be me
I am not selling anything
close your store and just go home
Hello boss, it’s just me
I won’t work for you for free
I don’t need you you need me
you are fine but I am repelled
take your stuff and go to hell.
Few days ago I needed some motivation, so I went to look for it on YouTube, of course. There is always somebody wise to tell me what to do. And there he was, he, my new hero – Jim Roth – I was mesmerized, totally under his influence, totally and absolutely mesmerized. He was my guru – for four hours, I BELIEVED in him! He had saved my useless life! What a man! Man of integrity! I even bought one book he recommended, then I’ve read it from cover to cover on a springish field in Central Park, under a beautiful pink tree. It was heaven. The birds were chirping and I was conquering the world sitting on my green – black blanket. I got home to get some more of this gold nectar from his lips when I accidentally goggled him a little more closely. What I’ve read shattered me to the last fiber of my doomed soul, then I have lost my last faith in humanity, – I couldn’t believe my mind – he, my new found god and herbalife? My god – HERBALIFE! Isn’t this that spam scheme I used to laugh at with my family when I was 12! This is his secret success story! No, it can’t be true! He is a great man! But yes, it was it. So, he was my guru. After that, I have lost the sickish need to be successful once for all. Thank you very much.
what fog is chasing me what fear
I am stepping down I see those broken lines
it looks I am somebody else
a foreign shadow of lost days
well, I am not bad, but I feel wrong
it is my mind it tortures me
it never ends, it’s dark again
there is no way
I could describe
the lonely bathroom
I sit at night
Isn’t that strange, that we, people, are a part of nature and that talking with another person is like talking with a tree, in a sense? It’s bewildering for me. We are just evolved trees. That thought makes my mind a little more peaceful.
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