Intro..
Draw...
Poems..



       Sometimes I can’t resist: and: I watch the fragrant worlds:
to which I don't belong to. I watch my one hundred left friends on
facebook: former classmates: fleeting acquaintances: women  - with
whom - I tried to flirt timidly:  the males: which I met somewhere
and once I read my priceless comments and tender poems on literary
websites: I look at my proud drawings: which I:        cruelly and
shamefully: left them alone and without protection  (hello Marcus)
and I'm wondering: what I really want: and:     what I wanted from
these people: I don't really know: what the fuck it is:  but that:
this world is so fucking beautiful today anyway:     a man can die
here - and just like a jealous ghost - watch from the grave:    as
life continues without him playfully.
       The surest thing is:     to put all this on ego and libido:
these two gentlemens  - the mighty and talented     - insidiously:
lurking in the neutral sexless gender:   but all the more the mans
and prefering women - WOMEN - they spread the warm on my belly and
rib cage: when I flaunt myself   - when I reveal another one of my
secret pieces - when I am publishing myself:
       Well, isn't this fucking world beautiful?
       Every one can publish himself here completely up to crowded
overeating.

       But still      - we can't share the enchantment immediately
- this also: will be probably: in this world:     in that sad way:
beautiful: that: when we're sparkling: we are closed containers:



Back...
Along..
More...