Culoarea se topeste in sticla centrifugii.
Fugim?
Poate.
Apoi ne vom imprastia pe asfalt, prefacandu-ne victime de esarfa.
Centrifuga lucreaza.
In ea, forta de gravitate e lichida.
Posibil ai dreptate.
Posibil, vor sclipi in neon si umbra.
Sau vom fi noi aceia.
Ori... cum se zice...
Nimic.
Nimic.
Nu conteaza.
Epuizati. Admiram centrifuga.
Imaginea noastra, camera goala,
Eu, goala...
Tu, gol...
Peretii, mugegaiul, tutunul, voma, albastrul...
Ne topim...
Nuditatea noastra se topeste.
Aaaah, ce cacat...
Divin cacat.
Bluuuuuuuu...








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kinda like you..
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above
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Ff
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Die Natur schlägt im Menschen die Augen auf und bemerkt, dass es sie gibt (Schelling)
great stuff!!
how are you there?
sorry for the 'not writing' for such a long time.
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i never had a chance to explain exactly what i meant.
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The question is not yet settled whether madness is, or is not, the loftiest intelligence.
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You may be a sinner, but I ain't yet had the opportunity
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