pirmadieni greiciausiai busiu ten.

pale lights...
on the marshy ground
cold frights...
freezing open wound

Miss me. I want some1
to hiss at me.

then I could pierce her throat
with Emperor's bayonet.

And the world darkens around me
Strange friends all surround me
New ideas in my head start to burn
Dropped out of schools 'cuz of things that I never learned...

7th symphony of the sixth gate of Morrowland. The snow is falling the child is dead. The shadows linger while trees are torn apart at godspeed.

thou shall drink.

nu nx, nu pagadi

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before.
[Edgar Allan Poe]
155th death aniversary

Vėl slepias po stogais šikšnosparniai juodi,
Pabūgę rytmečio šviesos.
O aš einu vėl žemės ilgesy
Regėjimų liepsna liepsnot.
[Vytautas Mačernis]

60th death anniversary



i'll drink to both.

pamokėlės iš pornografinių laiškų:

Every government is run by liars and nothing they say should be believed.
The uncommon man is merely the common man thinking and dreaming of success in larger terms and in more fruitful areas.
Fortune cannot be flattered by such fetish worship. But she can be wooed and won by hard work.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always try to be a little kinder than is necessary.

I used to tumble like a clown
Before her baying hounds
I supplicated myself
Into her hands

But now there no one to  spare me a make-up smile
No one to turn me into instant biggest fan
I can't say: How I was to know that, you practised it beforehand?

full moon.
having the time of the night...

whirlpool in my playlist

Once i asked my fallen angel - "what's the speed of pain?"
Godfather came and told me: "BANG BANG i shot you down"
not dead yet, replied i and swirled into dance macabre
heart breaking notes outpoured from strings
and i heard someone saying: mathematics is a language of nature
right after that a question arose in my head - "who am i?"
the animated war machines flashed through my eyes and vanished
and somebody moaned and called mr. crowley, cause without
him we're not complete, it's only one pair of lips that we can read.