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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As I breathe, I dive into the ocean The pigeon on the windowsill The sound of me being still It now makes sense I’ve lost this skill Long time ago, when I was a boy The fourth dimension seem like a toy There were no Gods There was just me Swimming in the darkness That […]

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I can smell the thunder. The sky is touching the earth. The earth is kissing the sky. A forbidden love. Stronger than the Gods. Roaring freely. The wind breaks the silence, bending the weak. Rain pours down like sun rays in the desert. I sit and I listen. This is it.

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A spliff with kief, runs over me. Like a Roman Charriot. No seconds to waste. Wine smoothens the taste. The animal sleeps now. The journey is deep now. Falling away like paint. Ego was full of THAT pain.

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Ode to a bong hit

The Bong hits hard. I’m three feet deep. Into my sofa, I’m sinking. Clouds of time, passing me by. Words become obsolete. Thoughts become visible. The “I” in “Me”, dissolves into the wind. Music is my companion. Drums, synthesizers. They are my teachers. They whisper and I sink even deeper. My lips start to crack. […]

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