Novi_sad

Oxygen is transmitting violence.

When you say no, I want you more and you know it and I know that you know it… and we keep climbing straight to this shell. Like a transparent city where everything is visible. Or like the fundamental symmetry of nature and the northern landmass under the Bear constellation [Arktos]. He was constantly drifting into a half awake, half medidative state. The Arktos whispered that only those who can love, can hurt somebody. And then you cried with tiny drops of bitter tears. And it was like a wireless energy resonant link or like ALH 84001.

Everybody can dream, but who can dream insouciantly?

Majority implies a state of domination, not the reverse.

And look! These antennas! The flags of loneliness!

After all this, the doctor advised him to listen to Nelly Furtado or Alizée three [3] times a day.

There are ceilings and there are floors. And of course the doors, yes the doors. Revolving or barn doors, doors that open without touching them and those rusty ones. And secret doors. And trap doors. The absolute opposite of being emotive. Like statistics being across poetry, in this life’s compass. Everything is part of it, but who is going to bring me back the loved ones when they pass by?

OK, tell me one thing:

Why are you voting secretly, you, ‘active’ units of modern societies? Huh? Are you a drug dealer or a detective? Or a betrayer, who works for the investigation services and identifies someone you know and is not trustworthy?

Oxygen is transmitting violence, mp3s are atrophic and I am expecting somebody to tell me how you call someone who missed a friend.

The whole forest was emanating sound.

La isla bonita!

Do you know what I mean?