Endless shadows of metaphors. Moon, moon, and I saw the revolution happening last night in my dreams. Stuck here typing musings and thinking of how to satisfy this primordial lack. Instant Gratification, as they put it.

Six months of unemployment, doing nothing but memorizing the positions of the stars every night. Whilst the wind blows melancholy, petals of flowers from that eden are busy staring. No, no, no, my fingers are stressed.

Feathers, penis, berserk, serkses, all of you. And this is the first time I ever hear your bittersweet voice. Ideas, eidos. Making out. making out, promises and torniquet.

And tonight, I am writing this surreal entry to transcend this existence, my existence.

~ by jombitsky on October 6, 2009.