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Step 7: The echo of punishment

The dog’s barking against the hunters gunshots from a distance, is like screaming for defending the nature.

Vivid insides foster death’s tender execution, which underlines the insecurity of human soul.

The Father said: Our meal today consists of snowy mountains cut in shreds. Τhe little daughter complained: ‘’aaand frooozen laaakes…’’

Is there any smell in web 2.0?

Regarding God, Cioran has noted that ”without Bach, God would be a complete second rate figure” and that ”Bach’s music is the only argument proving the creation of the Universe cannot be regarded a complete failure”. When we are old, the only connection with our childhood will be some songs we have been listening to, when we were kids.

September is November’s coughing and February is June’s grand son.

If I am still functioning, its because of some batteries you have forgotten here in the house. Bikers waving to each other… That’s a real, pure and encouraging symbolic gesture, yes! Lethal injection proves the irrationality and disability of third world countries, like, for instance, the United States of America.

Have you ever thought that Music might be a trap?

There are those who deal with SPIV (Special Purpose Investment Vehicle) and those who are daily fantasizing a loaf of bread – or some drops of water.
Are we ashamed at all?

Long live the global laziness which shall be protected as a drug. Can you tell me a secret about romance, regime and rumbling tissues?

The largest part of my left lung is missing. It is you.

Now go and get your NFC Electronic Wallets! You are becoming a robot, its almost true!

Your modesty is only the blanket of depression.

”Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” – Confucius

Music is like watering the memory plant.

Your ear plugs are still here. I always put them in the same place with mine – just in case…

The RED of Kilimanjaro’s seismic valse:
00:31:47”
tik tak tik tak

Every morning is like a new launch to an ocean’s bottom. Occupied by astronauts, observed exclusively by the blinds.

Forgetting you is like swallowing an elephant.

The feathered hermits army!

And please, do not –never- take me seriously, because these are only labyrinthian fantasies. Who, or what proves that one who is solitary and/or agoraphobic is living throughout the nuances of insanity? For me, its easier to recognize schizo-insane human figures within verbs such as like: Adjust, adapt, adore, accept, express, fake, hide, pretend, suspend, confess [why?] and other parasitical actions such as those mentioned above.

Step 3: I am going to keep your hands like a mountain made of diamonds…

Does Munich really exists?

Computerized take offs are voraciously playing volleyball with your hands in the skies – like antennas delivering the moon to eternity.

Sun is Sun.

Those stinking enterprises are all around us – do we really enjoy it more through them?

Step 1: Do not love the wrong persons

And, yes, there is right and wrong – don’t be fool, it’s the 21st century, there is no space left for ambiguous roots and directions. There is right and wrong and if there is no right and wrong, then there is a waste of time; and time is something you often talk about – wrong persons, don’t you?

We all somehow liking the dark landscapes and the traumatized orange/red/black/grey/dark blue nuances on images and in the nature itself, because it triggers our imagination about the place we’ll go after… Adoring them, is like accepting our unknown future location and equals to getting already adjusted in this wounded/suggestive beauty and its surroundings.

Political thought is numerical exegesis. When I hear you laughing, it is like watching the sea giving birth to the skies.

Step 6: Start voting for Kopimism
Step 19: The Rhapsody of Silence

Vertical – emotional – intoxicated turbulence. Stabilizing the air is the tremendous reaction of rotten skies waving behind you. The asymmetric metaphor of being alive, is getting reflected on stars, returning as a non-spoken promise; so loud that smashes this turbulence’s wings in shreds.

I mean that: it is absolutely dramatic to dream your life according to some ”think tanks” anorgasmic mentality, knowledge, prophesies and speculatism. The new manifesto should be something like: ”dreaming is not only forbidden, but it explicitely symbolizes the chimairical + sustainable absorption of life’s acceptance”. And then, a pair of eyes appears; it acts as a cathartic detergent of all the rusty, narrow and heartpulseproof collapsed strings. It is like a volcano exploding towards itself or alternatively named: ”The Rhapsody of Silence”. (Step 19)

These are only instructions on how to get your back up files together with you in the coffin.

This progressive melting of your inner flames, is totally irrelevant to the progressive taxation, its eerie + bad smelling consequences. This melting equals literally to a crysanthemical restart of the body and it operationally resists towards life’s continuous, non-interrupted, melticulous and at times ”shocking to inertia” countdown.

Did you say yes?

Step 11: The Rhapsody of Deconstruction

I want to see like Suomi NPP. And, I want to live with your voice operating as my ceilings and grounds.

Support your domestic and international tragedies, because you will die in happiness.

Step 78: If its dark up there, we are fucked.