Pytania

Kim jesteś? Who the fuck are ya ehh? Nie mówię o twojej powłoce. Zapomnij o swoim imieniu, zapomnij o swoim ego, nie masz pracy, nie masz żony, nie masz dzieci, nie masz domu, samochodu, nie masz ubrań, nie masz umysłu ani emocji. Kim jesteś pod warstwami skóry i tłuszczu? Nie jest to łatwe pytanie. Łatwe […]

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Złote Usta

Mózg został obrany ze skórki, jak szara mandarynka. 75 kg mięsa i kości leży na podłodze, stuka w klawiaturę. Człowiek który chciał zostać pisarzem. Myśl wypluta na ekran jak poranna flegma. Dyscyplina twarda jak diament. Powierzchnia która błyszczy wśród ciemności umysłu. Ciężko ją zadrapać. Wyrób ją. Warto. Poczuj jak kruszy głazy lenistwa. Stagnacja oblepia mnie […]

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Morph

I have discovered an essential part of myself that I was not aware of before. My trip to Amsterdam has redefined my human animal. I now know that the ability to adopt to a new environment is the key element for my happiness and development. Morphing requires pain and suffering. It’s a test, a struggle, […]

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The Mountain Within

It’s 10;46 PM on a hot Saturday when I’m beginning to write. Not entirely sober. A beer in my glass. No hard liqueur. Just a cold beer. While other people are out partying, I’m sitting here doing the work. I’m doing what needs to be done. I feel like I own this to myself for […]

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My Plastic Lover

I know the layout of this keyboard so well that I can write with my eyes closed. No really, I can. Perhaps my keyboard knows me too. We been together for over 5 years now. It’s a love and hate relationship kind of thing. Sometimes I use her to jack off, sometimes I use her […]

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Do The Work

Today I’m writing with a pint of beer. Let’s see how this goes. I tried writing with coffee, it ended up in a buzzy swarm of sentences. I tried writing with wine, that put me to sleep really quickly. Here we go. So, you were born on a specific day. Do you know what day […]

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The Countdown

I used to hate it, I used to hate having a plan. Now I see that writing out a daily plan, either in the morning or at night is necessary in order to preserve time. I tried many time management techniques before, none of them worked. Why? Because time is fluent, it moves, life is […]

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