i am the fag of the centrum.
*
last night was rainy, smokey and cemetary.
i seriously freak out, when I have to walk there.
well i did, but just for a sake of my friend.
who i met first time.
i asume he was high.
over the painkillaz.
and acted like i act sometimes.
licking the streetlamps and peeking into strange, crossed holes.
killing the sun, by jumping into the rainwaterpool.
driftin' in invisible insane flow.
i said something genius on that night.
now i do not remember.
perhaps it is better if it stays as it is.
hidden into the rocket shaped socks.
i told him about James Bond, who became Jamie Blond.
sexchange miracles, ya know.
and in the end of the road, he became James Bondage.
Hellow, mah name is Bondage, James Bondage.
black male in white suit.
white male in black dress.
some feminist bullshit.
no racism, no racism.
we are all one.
Before I carried on my road and my trembeling hands,
because it was so cold,
because it was so cold,
because it was so cold and wet,
the car, dressed in blue and white and with pair of police lights on the roof.
the car came and stopped, checking who we are.
stumbleing over our names and ages and streets of life.
- what are you doing here?.
and they drove away.
my road took me through the "summergarden",
smokin' the strongest ciggaret and slideing over the slippery slippery leaves.
i saw the police car driving out again.
(( their house is beside the "garden" ))
and a thought crossed mah mind.
- i am glad i didn't took the other way.
just incase, just incase.
i should go and take a walk.
i want beer. i want beer.
*
last night was rainy, smokey and cemetary.
i seriously freak out, when I have to walk there.
well i did, but just for a sake of my friend.
who i met first time.
i asume he was high.
over the painkillaz.
and acted like i act sometimes.
licking the streetlamps and peeking into strange, crossed holes.
killing the sun, by jumping into the rainwaterpool.
driftin' in invisible insane flow.
i said something genius on that night.
now i do not remember.
perhaps it is better if it stays as it is.
hidden into the rocket shaped socks.
i told him about James Bond, who became Jamie Blond.
sexchange miracles, ya know.
and in the end of the road, he became James Bondage.
Hellow, mah name is Bondage, James Bondage.
black male in white suit.
white male in black dress.
some feminist bullshit.
no racism, no racism.
we are all one.
Before I carried on my road and my trembeling hands,
because it was so cold,
because it was so cold,
because it was so cold and wet,
the car, dressed in blue and white and with pair of police lights on the roof.
the car came and stopped, checking who we are.
stumbleing over our names and ages and streets of life.
- what are you doing here?.
and they drove away.
my road took me through the "summergarden",
smokin' the strongest ciggaret and slideing over the slippery slippery leaves.
i saw the police car driving out again.
(( their house is beside the "garden" ))
and a thought crossed mah mind.
- i am glad i didn't took the other way.
just incase, just incase.
i should go and take a walk.
i want beer. i want beer.
and one drag of a ciggaret.
surfin' on the jungle and d'n'b waves.
thinking i should start makeing the human heart painting.
but the slavery of mah lazyness is stronger than me.
surfin' on the jungle and d'n'b waves.
thinking i should start makeing the human heart painting.
but the slavery of mah lazyness is stronger than me.
mah friend told me later, that i am tiny in the real life.
alive life.
yes, perhaps, perhaps.
*
i would love to slaughter all of the family members and all other peoples.
humans.
they bore me.
they can't think logically,
slashing around and commanding.
nonsense.
plain minds and plain ideas.
caged in small cubics and boxes.
jump on 'em, jump, jump, jump.
bounce, bounce, bounce.
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