View: -anatomic-
coloana vertebrala sanatoasa
pe fundal de scolioza
s-a nascut la mine-n corp
si-a infipt gheare in oase
dureros
un plaman cedeaza zilnic
de atat tutun satanic
si-n ficat se zbat amare
votca si diazepamul
tiroida mi se umfla
si gonadele-mi plesnesc
de atata daruire
si atat pacat ceresc
si stomacul mi se frange
si saliva-ncepe-a curge
si ma misc cu oase sparte
si-mprejur e numai moarte
iara degetele dor
pangarite de suc gastric
si de foamete ma sperii
band tutun, zambind apatic
si am herpes in gingie
ustura, si ma framant
sarutand intens icoana
dumnezeului cel sfant
biciuit pe spate umblu
si alerg cu capul spart
iar in urma doar meninge…
si presimt ca am sa cad
Sharing: compulsory not social
Big mistake that is! If I were any of the others I’d even apply the creed… But I don’t! The main idea here is that sharing is not even worth the effort, let’s not talk about the mental pain that it causes…
Some become mad after causing themselves this tragedy…A self made weapon with which you hang yourself at the door knob, frustrated that you were born that short. Would you like to share that feeling? Of course you would! What could be of better use than knowing you do not suffer alone?
You cannot value or weight despair! Either because you do not care, or because you are not conscious or objective enough to detach the world from the truth. Ain’t it just thrilling how you overcome facts for the sake of your own disbelief?
But enough with the nonsense. I do not know if there is someone who can understand the flow of words above…Fortunately there is no one that can interfere with my way of thinking. Still, awkward are the ways people perceive ideas. Maybe in a million persons there could be one that can guess the actual meaning of sharing as I see it. Don’t get me wrong, there is something noble about sharing as long as one does not use it as a cover for its fake humanitarian spirit.
Sharing is for me what the perfect model of love should be…unachievable! Brainstorm this both ways: would you share your beloved one with another person or would you be able to love two persons in the same time by sharing the love? I know, love is just a shitty example, but its efficiency made me think! What if sharing is not possible? Actually, one cannot share his lungs or heart with someone else…He can just donate it and that is not sharing, not at all!
So consider the non social aspect of sharing! Maybe you can get a better insight…
Teasing campaign: Let’s just give a hug instead. Maybe simple things have a solution though 
View: the liberty to be ill
I just gave thought to the last 48 hours of sleep I had…Yes, I slept for 2 days continuously, even though you might have seen me awake and full of life. Yet, it was not me that stood in the living corpse…Nevermind! Not here to make small talk about myself… I just thought of the illness of being less human everyday. We are ill, yes! Something deeper than lung cancer is eating us all. And this is not because of smoke or pollution, this is because of us directly, no detours, no mandatory routes, no obstacles, no ideas, nothing….
What I discovered to be glad about is the fact that I actually enjoy this illness so much that when I lack it, i pretend to be ill. I am actor with public and a scene, but with no purpose. And we all are, aren’t we? What I really mean is that there is a tendency to be as vulgar as possible and compete with other vulgar beings around you. And you can replace vulgar with any other suitable term, of which I am not going to make a list because I wouldn’ t waste time to tell you what you already know.
Sickness is the word for this new century I guess…Ugly, disgusting, depressing, degrading flow of sewage under our own eyes. Aren’t you a little bit scared of what tomorrow is going to be? You will be more free to become contagious, that’s for sure!
FEAR:Eye-catchy
Most people are scared…so scared that they even consider living for that. In the unimaginably large pack of ideas I had for this first post, my choice was to come in front of you and write about fear…any fear, even that one of once being yet unborn, of dreaming about things that are never going to happen (of dreaming in general I suppose), the fear of living longer than your wits, so on and so forth. But fear, after all, is what keeps us human enough to at least act like we care.
One day I walked on the street…I mean WALKED for real. And it struck me like never before: what if I won’t be able to do it again? Kidding, right? And I haven’t since then.
Let me ask you something! Really, let me! How much of the time you spend awake actually is used to SEE? None, 10%, 0.230941%, 87%? I will be honest: I do not know because I’m scared to find out that the answer. It is not all about numbers but still null is a really frightening figure to contemplate empty-minded.
Yes, I haven’t walked again, I don’t know if I ever will. I sometimes think uncertainty is really becoming THE lifestyle for me. Enjoyable! Yeeepeee! Now I can be ignorant without approval.
Ideas are malign right now for me. Maybe I should get some sleep before ignoring even further! One conclusion though (a long one) : fear is a must and I fear myself more than I fear an outer force. Why? I am the one that can put my body on the rack and feed it to failure, I can, by myself, tear my flesh apart with my teeth just for the fun of feeling something similar to soul raping, I can die alone and with no help whatsoever… Sincerely, fear and ignorance keep me alive. But on ignorance maybe another time…
Feed your ideas well before taking them for a stroll! Depressing for an empty-bellied mind, ain’t it?
