physics is a woman dominated by men fun for me femininity proof
to make certain lesbian relationships do her extremely good
lack of women around me as well because of her
by the way sex gravity cuddly girl there
Love you Jeremy !
physics is a woman dominated by men fun for me femininity proof
to make certain lesbian relationships do her extremely good
lack of women around me as well because of her
by the way sex gravity cuddly girl there
Love you Jeremy !
Two days spent on waiting for Iwan Iwanowicz who went outside to buy some fruits and is still gone…
Plan for near future – learn Russian. for now worth remembering: karmanszczik, rekiet, błatny and so on
New memorabilia from being extremely blue are two simple advice
1. Do not read The Elementary Particles by Houllebecq. Too much consciousness is inconvenient
2. Play Heroes as often as you start to think
… or how a Formalist poetry works. ( I am not an amateur of New Formalism. What is more, there were times when I was a formalist poetry hater, formalists’ enemy, eulogist of pure emotion and so on. However, Aristotle said sth about the golden mean and me following him became more versatile reader.)
Lafe Grat
In this house I am not ugly – nowhere
else. Nor is there
a mirror in the room we use, my bought
bride and I. What
images are reflected in her eyes
I recognize
as in a dream only, my face redrawn
by night. Reborn
each evening of this woman, spared my name,
the cruel fame
of the publicly disfigured, I roar
with my old whore
like a whole man, transfigured for a time.
Sordid? I am
Lafe Grat. I work hard to make a living.
There’s no giving
to a man who makes you think of darkness,
for my likeness
is found buried in everyone, hidden
till, unbidden,
it rises to gorge the beast in the blood.
So, out of mud
I am formedand rise each morning to stalk
where others walk
in a world of surfaces - till night when,
like other man,
I may purchase with coin my manhood, life -
a moment’s wife.
killing with the balance
What about all of these creatures who played their role, sometimes enormously huge, in our so-called dreams ?
Where the hell is this strong Nigerian, whom I visited in prison two dreams ago?
What happened to the ….Golden Venus… who I swam with below the surface of the Atlantic Ocean in 2010?
Where are the members of Yakuza who shot me down when I was sipping my drink in the Asian bar?
no one knows
and it is no good from the perspective of entity which longs them more than any so-called real people