Thursday, March 29, 2012

  A cool person would proclaim that one have heard such a song before it got famous. A cooler person would tell that person to get their hipster genitals somewhere else because everyone deserves to know. But the coolest person would be the one to just shut the fuck up and enjoy the good music they find.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012



  I feel like I want to punch myself with a fist armed with a cluster of authentic Yves Saint Laurent arty rings. That would be almost heavenly appropriate, while heaven itself is boiling in the broth of unknownness on the back of my head. It's exhausting, it's almost heart-aching and it sends me into a place I myself rather not set my foot on. But I don't have a choice. Horses on lines, audiences on them decks and here I am watching them go. Go as they sail away into those grass fields. Them grass fields that remind me of those good old days when I need not to think about all of this. On Moon cycles I would assure myself that such a situation is indeed normal. Bridges of shits and ultra nonsense would start building these little things in my head called 'hopes'. Like it's not so bad after all. But I just can't take it. I don't want to think about any of these. No black socks, no hairy legs. nothing.

  If nothingness was a choice, to be obliterated in a cute second without any pain and nothing to pay, then nothingness it is that I would choose. Not this.

If I had a choice, it would never be this.

Sunday, March 11, 2012