Dienstag, 27. März 2007
Sonntag, 25. März 2007
Freitag, 23. März 2007
Mittwoch, 21. März 2007
Im a genious
so im here again, finally i solved the qeustion, im using the new version of blogger, so i have to sing there with my googleaccount.
gut
gut
Dienstag, 20. März 2007
Montag, 19. März 2007
no nosztalgia
one time it didn't work. i really came to late. no place for regrets.
but people who are always too late, it starts with their birth, they can't complain if it is one time bad if it is working normally, i guess. not good feeling despite.
but people who are always too late, it starts with their birth, they can't complain if it is one time bad if it is working normally, i guess. not good feeling despite.
Samstag, 17. März 2007
csak sok csokoládé
Another room. nearly empty.
sitting somewhere at the border of the middle. right in the middle of my border.
perhaps it is my favourite feeling to be in this floating nowhere.
in the middle of everywhere, it becomes an endless space crossed by thousand borders. whereto i jump? where not? stupid feeling of having nostalgic stupid thoughts. like always. i can't change it. just jump jump jump . to bed. and eat.
and to these people everywhere.
talking and talking. and why do i have to be conscient about what i say? and how i say it? and how somebody looks on my left ear or my right big feetfinger? and why i am posing these questions? these boring questions?...
always a big shame to express these eight hundred years old thoughts,
they seem so dusty
better eat cheese and bread with spice-butter.
...something between jó éjt jó éjt vagy jó étvágyát
sitting somewhere at the border of the middle. right in the middle of my border.
perhaps it is my favourite feeling to be in this floating nowhere.
in the middle of everywhere, it becomes an endless space crossed by thousand borders. whereto i jump? where not? stupid feeling of having nostalgic stupid thoughts. like always. i can't change it. just jump jump jump . to bed. and eat.
and to these people everywhere.
talking and talking. and why do i have to be conscient about what i say? and how i say it? and how somebody looks on my left ear or my right big feetfinger? and why i am posing these questions? these boring questions?...
always a big shame to express these eight hundred years old thoughts,
they seem so dusty
better eat cheese and bread with spice-butter.
...something between jó éjt jó éjt vagy jó étvágyát
Samstag, 10. März 2007
sweet rain of inspiration
so comes like the rain.
you are walking through the sunlight és akkor, suddenly, there is one drop smashing on your nose. it is a brutal thing and if you are only a bogár you will die of it. but if you feel yourself some bigger than this drop, it s good...
and now there is this three meter lollipop crashing on your head.
is it inspiration or liberation from your whole head? bloody sweetie disease... and somewhere a tired feeling.
but perhaps they are UFOs. i forgot about this fact and immediately think of falling sweeties. falling is so natural, not flying, floating around somewhere in the atmosphere. falling falling down, and the lollipop lands perhaps not on your head but in a puddle next to you. and perhaps that is the inspiration.
the best inspirations are the fallen sweeties in puddles.
you are walking through the sunlight és akkor, suddenly, there is one drop smashing on your nose. it is a brutal thing and if you are only a bogár you will die of it. but if you feel yourself some bigger than this drop, it s good...
and now there is this three meter lollipop crashing on your head.
is it inspiration or liberation from your whole head? bloody sweetie disease... and somewhere a tired feeling.
but perhaps they are UFOs. i forgot about this fact and immediately think of falling sweeties. falling is so natural, not flying, floating around somewhere in the atmosphere. falling falling down, and the lollipop lands perhaps not on your head but in a puddle next to you. and perhaps that is the inspiration.
the best inspirations are the fallen sweeties in puddles.
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