Good evening to everyone friends and all the sexy
It's a beautiful night, a midsummer night, expected to be hot but no, 20 degrees, west light wind, humidity high dripping your bones, softly touching like the mouse bitting your ears when deep sleep paralyzed your body. QUIET NIGHT, not so, trucks and cars running on Foreshore road crossing the Southern Cross drive, noisy echoes as engines giving its night road race, annoying and disrupting the whole silence. The City never sleeps, neither the tenants of its, like a small army of ants trying to build to transfer to move with or without purpose and willingness, just because follow the orders, be in your mind never miss the targets, never disobey the rules, never look right or left fore or back, just walk, run as the master ordered the slaves.
The echo of loneliness, the silence of the human dignity, the total pause.
Among us people walking no reason why, fake souls and empty faces, people puppets, pretending they are one of the kind, friends say they are, carrying about you, they are there to save your destiny, giving a hand of help and drops of compassion, that their Master uploads into their digital memory, cannot run the whole program, one terra byte hard brain with 2megabytes Ram memory, no way of any process, malfunction and discard pages. How much fake environment we can afford, how many smiling masks we can ignore, shown us clockwise hearts dressing fancy clothes, glamour, glitter and gold dust, uncovers their sapiosexuality, neo-sexual non-intelligent corps, pretending ''they are aroused erotically by another person's mind and insight''. ''Seeking discussions that are indicative of the field of Philosophy or Psychology. Sexual intercourse between the sexes. that they are thought for their selves, that their Master's loading in their microchip chambers. And they are walking among us, pretending the good ones, try to convince us they are here for our own good sexual health and physical mentality. It's a beautiful night, tonight, Yes it is, just ride off them and it still could be nice. I don't want you dear to be my friend, I don't want to stay by me, I can stand by myself, I know how, so pitty you never knew, sleep and rest in emptiness, this is your path, not mine, I can't save you, not even try to love me, .....Fake souls, Empty faces, dead bodies, It's a beautiful night after all, YES IT IS.
Walking down on the abbey of sinner's hearts, Monday evening, a warm evening, humidity dripping your bones like a ''hero'' does to her addicts, but still a nice evening to walk. Walking through the emptiness, me, myself and my alter ego, good friends in the solidarity of non-mankinds, talking about our memories, old times, back then, a new one, just then, and keep walking. NO PLAN, no booking tables, nothing special for tonight, just walking till getting the right place, small tin tables and a glass of absinthe. Voices echoing our hearing, the fucking port traffic always transmit false notes, but who cares, we are still walking until the upper hill small cafe, with those small tin tables and the hot absinthe. Cars running up and down on this old road, clouds of burning diesel and faulty engines give it a bad smell like the old times in my village, drivers shouting and yelling cause of our weird triad company, but who got the time to think or to listen, time is gone, no remorse, no response. THREE OF US, OD BOYS, WALKING AND SMOKING, LIMITED BREATH, hard to go but trying, and yes, a small light at the end of the road, more lights showing, and yes our heavy climbing is in the last line to go. walking a little more fast, like the thirsty pioneer in the desert, trying to be there a few seconds before we collapsed, and yes we did it, the agony of going there is already disappeared. A devil's servant welcoming us, set up the small tintable, crystal bottle with absinthe hold on his hands serving us to take our thirsty away, no welcome words, no welcome attitudes, just fill up the glasses and start drinking, thank the god of forests, almost done, it's time to forget, time to get drunk, time to escape from there, from here, from all around we hate. How hard this is, 2seconds drive getting a whole evening journey.
The echo of loneliness, the silence of the human dignity, the total pause.
Among us people walking no reason why, fake souls and empty faces, people puppets, pretending they are one of the kind, friends say they are, carrying about you, they are there to save your destiny, giving a hand of help and drops of compassion, that their Master uploads into their digital memory, cannot run the whole program, one terra byte hard brain with 2megabytes Ram memory, no way of any process, malfunction and discard pages. How much fake environment we can afford, how many smiling masks we can ignore, shown us clockwise hearts dressing fancy clothes, glamour, glitter and gold dust, uncovers their sapiosexuality, neo-sexual non-intelligent corps, pretending ''they are aroused erotically by another person's mind and insight''. ''Seeking discussions that are indicative of the field of Philosophy or Psychology. Sexual intercourse between the sexes. that they are thought for their selves, that their Master's loading in their microchip chambers. And they are walking among us, pretending the good ones, try to convince us they are here for our own good sexual health and physical mentality. It's a beautiful night, tonight, Yes it is, just ride off them and it still could be nice. I don't want you dear to be my friend, I don't want to stay by me, I can stand by myself, I know how, so pitty you never knew, sleep and rest in emptiness, this is your path, not mine, I can't save you, not even try to love me, .....Fake souls, Empty faces, dead bodies, It's a beautiful night after all, YES IT IS.
Walking down on the abbey of sinner's hearts, Monday evening, a warm evening, humidity dripping your bones like a ''hero'' does to her addicts, but still a nice evening to walk. Walking through the emptiness, me, myself and my alter ego, good friends in the solidarity of non-mankinds, talking about our memories, old times, back then, a new one, just then, and keep walking. NO PLAN, no booking tables, nothing special for tonight, just walking till getting the right place, small tin tables and a glass of absinthe. Voices echoing our hearing, the fucking port traffic always transmit false notes, but who cares, we are still walking until the upper hill small cafe, with those small tin tables and the hot absinthe. Cars running up and down on this old road, clouds of burning diesel and faulty engines give it a bad smell like the old times in my village, drivers shouting and yelling cause of our weird triad company, but who got the time to think or to listen, time is gone, no remorse, no response. THREE OF US, OD BOYS, WALKING AND SMOKING, LIMITED BREATH, hard to go but trying, and yes, a small light at the end of the road, more lights showing, and yes our heavy climbing is in the last line to go. walking a little more fast, like the thirsty pioneer in the desert, trying to be there a few seconds before we collapsed, and yes we did it, the agony of going there is already disappeared. A devil's servant welcoming us, set up the small tintable, crystal bottle with absinthe hold on his hands serving us to take our thirsty away, no welcome words, no welcome attitudes, just fill up the glasses and start drinking, thank the god of forests, almost done, it's time to forget, time to get drunk, time to escape from there, from here, from all around we hate. How hard this is, 2seconds drive getting a whole evening journey.
3 года назад