Sunday, November 4, 2012

Getting there

Who`s where. Doesn`t matter. But let yourself free. Try it. No no, wait. Live it.

Ask myself being on the paper had been a crucial way to erose and sediment. The only way how to get of my flow of more or less meaningless. I don`t do it anymore for that reason. Not now. Maybe later again. It might have taken too much time, but at least for a moment, I am being in a tolerance with myself. I like what I am doing, and I like myself for that. I like that I am trying to learn even though I am still a baby in many things. Fuck, that`s a good feeling, sort of mind masturbation. No no, there was here before, it is more a penetration. Yes, thanks to me and to my patience. Go-eco and co-egos... I like, I love, I don`t like and I hate. And I am happy and o.k. with that. That is a new thing I had learned. I still don`t know how to describe and cope with sadness though. I want to learn how to cry, shite.

Being a dreamer, it might be hard to be conscious. You try too much, you want too much, you want all the love, you are being a prick. But you are a dreamer and you know all that, you live in a real dream. Dreaming that you are someone else. It is ok, because you can always make yourself different character, you play with the others, with your character, you learn new roles, new codes, but the crucial stay the same. You do not lie, you just live more, meet more people, more places, live more stories, it is too much that you cannot divide people and lifes you live. More levels soak in one. You are freak and you love it. Times of not being freak hurt you. They do not get you, you do not get yourself. You fuck and drink, meanwhile you think about  better you. And you call it a life.

It is life. People say life is short. It is not true, life`s long. We live it and we think we are conscious. I think I was conscious only in nights and on drugs, maybe while walking around. 2 seconds of 3 I was sleeping. We and I are machines, how often are you awake? Avoid this a little I have way more time in my life. More relaxed more things I can consciously do. Fuck. Maybe I stopped drinking, haha. No. What is it? I am still a freak. And I love this one of my lifes. We live more lifes. More at a time and more inside the one. That is a lot. I can do what I want. I know I can. Fuck whoever I am, I was or I will be, it`s me. That all is my real me. I will follow you, I will love you, I will hate you. But I am ok with all and all of you. I am getting there, being conscious while deciding what to do.
Judge me I will fuck you, love me I will love you. Fuck me, I will judge you. Love you, you will love me.

There was sort of no need to write this down. But I did. I did it for me. No comments please.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Brouzdám lesem

Stoletou alejí se lyžníci svážejí,
ve světle obrazů trvají na svém,
autor prozrazen trvají na svém:
"doufáme ve znalé závěry,
kašleme na vlastní poměry."
Však oni by chtěli snadněji,
projít pařezinou.

Časem, jen časem chápu v prostoru,
závoru svědomě přesto otvírám,
autor prozrazen, přesto otvírám:
"otázky do zatáčky, odpovědi rovně,
slova sblíží i ublíží, pokud jsou hraně."
V dialogu manchmal pokoru
strdí hovězinou.

Vinen skácím vlastní pozice,
kyvadlovým busem na konečnou,
do lesa vcházím rozlícen,
v zásobě myšlenku hravě nekonečnou:
"kolem kolen tiskl se, toť jelenův vjem,
sněm laní se v prosbě mihl jen,
vysoká; jak hluboký pojem?"
Pokradmu táhly jelena v zem.

Již dnes na třešňovej strom
jilmový parfém a na větve gumový zvon.
Nazítří jaro a plytkost nahradila sklon,
toť lesní shon.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Aforismy 3 - Bába kořenářka

Lišky houbysyn
Leknínová matka
Lotosová dcera
Lopuchový otec

Na šťastnou rodinu vzorec.

Aforismy 2 - Chuť a hlad

Dobré okouzlení pro vlastní svazek přichází, když ostatní opustíš a sám sebe nenajdeš.

V řeči žaludu a žaludku:
You're telling women, 'I want only to fuck you purely,' when they might perhaps have an appetite.
You're telling a woman, 'I want only to love you purely,' when she has already eaten enough.

Get vegan men! Eat less but more often..

...rare food and fasting complementary...



Saturday, February 18, 2012

Byli jsme dvojnice

Byla jsi naměkko, když já byl natvrdo,
táhlas mě s sebou, když jsem byl Tebou,
byli jsme si bezhlaví.

Bylas to Ty, nebo jsem tu stále já?
Bylas to Ty, nebo jsem tu stále já?

Sedělas čerstvě ve sněhu, když jsem Tě nosil ze sběru,
byla jsi na káry, když já byl hrot,
byla jsi monzunem, když já byl šrot,
byli jsme si pohlavím.

Bylas to Ty, nebo jsem tu jen já?
Bylas to Ty, nebo jsem tu jen já?

Byli jsme si jedno, ostatní nám fuk,
chtěli jsme jen jedno, ........
chtěli jsme být jedno,
byli jedno,
jedno.

Bylas to Ty? Byl jsem to Já?
Bylas to Ty? Byl jsem to Já?

Mělas být dvojnicí, promiň mi, kurvou,
milenkou poetiky, snad trocha romantiky,
To já byl dvojníkem, to já byl kurvou,
Bylas tam Ty? Já tam byl..

Monday, February 13, 2012

Aforismy 1 - Stavebnice svateb

moderna..
Kolik jazyků znáš, tolikrát jsi člověkem,
kolik žen umíš, tolikrát jsi milencem.

postmoderna..
Ženskýmu jazyku jsi ruměncem,
nepochopen,
pak v mužským jazyku jsi umělcem,
nepochopen.

Jsem zvědav, jak to bude u opravdový bezouřadní generace.




Friday, January 13, 2012

Chinawoman - Let's meet

can't write, can only listen...
We just need to fuck again...



Who's missing from the picture
Its the one I love

New Years Eve
In the company of strangers

Who's missing from the picnic
Its the one I love
Who's name is never spoken
Its the one I love

New Years Eve
In the company of strangers
New Years Eve
Loves the company of strangers

We should meet
We should really meet again
We just need to fuck again
There are no favors to be done
For anyone

This is ridiculous
You're an idiot
Let's just get it over with
Soon we'll both be dead
You bitch

What your dreams say is obvious
You cannot spare any one
So

Come
Come
Come

Le'ts meet

Ahh Ahh Ah Ah Ah

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Kasabian - Vlad the Impaler

Dedicated to Yury Artyukhin and my friend Vlad


Face check I walk this beach
I'm frying in the heat in the cauldron stir me
Chomp down my diamond teeth I ain't got
The simple things in life I feel like
You have got to witness
This is your last retreat
My last repeat

All my friends are as sharp as razors
cut you down if you touch the faders
High class girls hung in elevators
Now we have got the floor

Get loose get loose

Monday, April 25, 2011

Monday, April 11, 2011

Birthday Party - Junkyard


I am the King. I am the King. I am the King.

One dead marine through the hatch
Scratch and scrape this heavenly body
Every inch of winning skin
There's junk in honey's sack again

Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
Come on and kiss me-e-e-e-e-e
Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
Honey-child's takin' over this place

Two dead marines standing in a line
Drink to me! this heavenly body
Every inch of winning thing
Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
Come on and kiss me-e-e-e-e-e
Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
Honey-shild's takin' over this place

Hack hack hack hack this heavenly
Yack yack yack yack yack goes junk-face
Scratch scrape scratch this winning skin
There's junk in Honey's sack again
There's junk in Honey's sack again
There's junk in Honey's sack again
Junk in honey junk in honey
Junkyard King Junkyard King
King King King King King