John at the penitentiary

Truly I must be a terrible person. And what's worse, I'm pretty damn good at it.

Anónimo

a palavra não transporta emoção, o eco esse, não tem razão.

Vejo-me perdido no espaço,
enrolo-me em túneis que me comprimem o peito
perco o fôlego e não consigo inspirar
sóis cosem a minha pele
extensos desertos de nada à minha volta
dormito à luz das galáxias,
neste tormento de frio e calor.
Espero sempre encontrar o centro deste Universo
enquanto sonho que outros existem paralém desse portal
E viajo, só, em busca de perdão e entendimento.
Vozes sem som ecoam,
pulsando no vazio,
como batimentos cardíacos
de um deus que sou eu ou talvez não.

Anónimo

Ramblings

lack of sleep makes you wonder why,
makes you see the sky,
and through the candle of vision,
you can even die.

i tell ye the Wall is not thick,
it just makes you believe,
wondrous fauna and flora in the antipodes,
makes you think you're meek.

- as so : ramblings

division of labour,
for the morphing of a caterpillar,
for the greater good, displeased is your queen.

grant some requests to the blown,
save the plainest of them all.
survive yourself from Yourself,
from your entrails unknown.

judge the crack on the wall of a building,
blame the frantic and the apathetic ants in your palm,
protest against the feeder and the feeding.
infect yourself with this balm,
be sure to kill all the vermin.

Anónimo

Self-loathing doesn't make sense

Self-loathing doesn't make sense,
at least not the self part,
I know cuz' One's self is nothing but One's world,
and One's must be tense,
to think One's apart.

I tell you this:
"look at your world,
the world that makes you displeased
and please,
realize that you're just bold,
to think you're not part of it,
to face this world that looks at you as meat."

Anónimo

Quotables XI

Self is the notion of what is happening, in a given fraction of reality.

Anónimo