August 2010
3 posts
Schizophrenic dreams
I dream of little house in Tuscany
Sunflowers stripping in disguise
Behind the backs of pregnant olive trees
All silent peace
In wavy narrow Old town streets
But every night these peaceful streets
Fulfilled with flowered balconies
Perfumed with lust desires haze
In lovely place
Awake all demons from the base
Brother, you're my lover
I am a soldier,
I am an enemy
Im willing to destroy your destiny
And then to give you hand
And help you stand
As high as you have never been before
I’m an extremist,
I’m an anarchist,
I’m your hell, your private Antichrist
I love you with the passion of your mother
Brother, you’re my lover
Im dying, but I’ve been dying many times before
Im throwing up...
About love in facebook generation
I love you calmly while you’re sleeping
In fact I love you always …calmly
This speechless love is laying down inside me
But just for now I’m acting purely badly
Insanely hanging you on trees
While pouring honey in your soul
I’m quietly inviting bees
To eat you from inside and make a hole
I’m actually director - killer
Broadcasting live this painful...
June 2010
2 posts
35 degrees by Celsius. Amazingly hot and the weather is dead, even the scent of flowers is stuck in the air and not floating anywhere. You just go into the cloud of heat, eccentric smell of exotic Flora and silence when you enter the street in a day time in Cyprus.
Yes, I’m only one crazy person wandering through the streets in such a heat of hell.
And I love it. It reminds me of summers...
I have met a Hungarian UN soldier, who was doing peace keeping missions in Bosnia and Cyprus and now are selling hand analyzers called “The Sun Wizard”. Quite a big change, huh? Anyway, I’ve had an interesting talk with him already, I’m eager to hear more of the authentic stories. I met him in the street and asked for the directions to the bus station. Instead, he drove me...
September 2009
31 posts
She wants to move, she wants to move Ekstraordinariai išsitaškyti nuo pačios savo energijos. Bėgti, klykti, spiegti, spiegti … beat it! Ji šoka, plyšta visų pasaulio mergaičių plėvės…damn! She loves it.
Einam iš čia, paimk ją ir iščiulpk visą nuodingą, sprogstantį šventosios ir kekšės eliksyrą. Einam, sakau, man atsibodo. Nutempk mane už plaukų į išvietę ir pašokim. Ją. Ne mane.
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July 2009
12 posts
April 2009
2 posts
