Princeznicka na bále..

double sacrifice

snowcat

escobar cruiser

wires

Waterworks details

sit&breathe

sometimes its easier not to try..
just sit, breathe and watch the things pass by..
sometimes its easier to let it flow..
cause those things wont let you know.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career

Choose a family.Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

written by John Hodge

ležiaca

Sometimes in the dark

I've already forgot what it was to wander streets of this small town .. points in total darkness ..

.. places I went every day .. I almost forgot to do that, we walked together that way .. You go that way, you .. then the other times .. helped us burn cigarette .. bottle of vodka .. helped us that we are holding hands .. It was better than guajakuran .. both equally good for anxiety .. as strongly if not more. Tonight dogs were barking on me.. because I lurk near the street .. completely quietly .. it can appear as something unusual .. but I didnt make noise ..the kitchens are light up .. sometimes somewhere flashover TV .. and finally I can breathe outdoor .. streets without cars .. center line is interrupted .. such unexpected abortion .. I have to reduce certainty about .. or go straight .. exactly to the center .. someone light in front of the house and started to dry her hair .. they were different than before .. longer and curlier .. reduce certainty about when I was hoarse .. remember? ..your deep muhaha.. and deep thoughts .. and no .. how to become whole, we met in this strange interview? It is eight hours a night lamp lighting simple act of switching off because it is dark .. I am quite grateful to them .. incredibly clear .. Venus is only a few degrees above the horizon and shines Syrius .. also covered with smoke from cigarette .. in the container, the homeless is buying.. he is watching me for a while and than continues in the selection of the wide range ..

her name is Mrožka

Triple jack without coke

Bloody Bitchy Red

I have noticed that your joy may be open-ended forms of often trivial and little joy, which for many can be cruel, but for you ... for you how to be the largest delight .. replicating the morning swimming in the cold lake and the body will continuously disturb the lines of waves, which crowds perform frontal attack .. told you .. upstream .. but us because he always was .. and I will always represent your lips whisper .. bloody bitchy red .. you didnt asked why .. today, especially in the flannel shirt for grandpa .. Come climb out .. lets light up some wet cigarettes .. from forehead drops slowly come together and form one big .. received by you in the eye .. they told me .. but I kept silent .. rapid movements of the hand you touched your eyes and the last .. residues mascara you blurred on licit .. If I could I would smear on your whole face .. once you provoke me to things that I wouldnt do or say .. to matters such as this morning .. can we slouch in winter to stop and wait for the earliest bus .. we could go to explore that empty city .. We can continue to imagine scenarios of life .. can we? .. nevertheless, we were done here .. leaning on the wet wood .. shrouded in smoke .. is calm .. and quiet .. divine .. I taste nothing change .. I taste nothing goes wrong .. blinding us first rays .. and me on the fingers shows just how much sun do you see .. rose without a single word and pass me surreal winter .. back .. I know .. I sit in the same place and the sun shining in my eyes constantly .. many countless times I wanted to go .. and thou, although I remain, not yet come back.

Into the circles

all that fun were in

Between cocaine and atropine

you wrote. somewhere between cocaine and atropine .. and it's as special as if we never talked for years .. and I have mentioned that once .. that I have already experienced .. I just have to fully failed .. it was long , almost a year back and I think I know what I am doing .. I did not know .. or I just didnt expect .. then one night you smiled before someones stairs .. and suddenly it was all easy .. mere self .. as if they always, and now Im burning because I cant be patient .. and leaves the neck unexpected feelings .. special .. as it is sometimes easy to go .. how many times easier to stay .. somewhat envy ..