My batteries,
my batteries are dead.
it was only last week
when then looked so vivant,
so full of energy.
And just like that,
the meaning of their exsistence
faded away.
If i had only knew,
the time i had left
just maybe,
i might have done thigs differently.
But now they are dead
and all is over
except the sorrow and regrets,
they are the only ones that find new life.
My batteries are dead,
i feel so sad.
if only,
they were rechargeable.
How to make your bed:
- Neil, did you make your bed?
- No mum, i bought it!
And there i go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid like: ‘ I love you’.
It’s natural not to know
like noone does
it makes you part of them
like i
am.
Like mozart in vacuum
undefined.
So sadly
everyday
someone else.
Funny that i want to.
But closer to the truth
is
you
and them who scare me into this.
you make me do this
everyday.
Because you never showed.
Where are you
today?
Tomorrow?
And will you be here on time
to know
me
like you are
when we laugh togeter in the park.
Don’t you know
me
and why i’m waiting
for you?
Pick up the pace.
I want to go.
I want you to go
and come
to leave again
together.
before i am
uncompletely
an other them
everyday.
Fly away.
See you soon.
awesome!
more like 99 words for: I NEED TO STOP BROWSING THE INTERNET FOR FUNNY MOVIES AND START LEARNING FOR MY EXAMNS.
But hey, i love them …
it’s not an obsession at all.
hmm seems like i kinda let myself go on this one. you’ll see when you’re finished reading it.
There was this guy
who didn’t care
much
for the world
and their ways of self-destruction.
So he bought himself a corkscrew
and drove it in his brain.
He then climbed it
like a revoling stairway into his mind.
Now he’s a builder
of worlds
in the complex structure of his fantasy.
With passing time his eyes go gleamy
and he doesn’t care
much
for the pills
that make him drool.
Cuz in there,
he’s having fun,
endlessly.
The white-coats say
he’s out of his mind.
They got it all wrong.
They don’t know
what he’s doing
nor appreciate the complexness of his art.
They are so totally…
in that box.
Like the lines of a square
that is floating into space,
are the borders that claim to limit
the paradoxale concept of reality.
He has crossed them all
and they don’t know
yea but they can guess
what it’s experience feels like.
For him
it’s like a never-ending mentale orgasme
that is never ending with no end.
Like finally being able
to truely be alligned
with the concept of the self.
At the level of zero attachment
which he,
as an ultimate escapist
theoretically should be able to reach.
But i think he’s kind of a hypocrite
cuz he told me once
that he will always like them burgers
and i don’t think he lied.
Maybe i should tell him
that the space floating around the square,
it’s connected through a portal
with his ever degenerating flesh.
And that the reclycling flow of matter
proves that he isn’t being very realistic.
They have given it a name
dualisme something someting
cosmic contradicting balance
so you can pretend that you can wrap your mind around it.
but it’s not really working.
Maybe we shouldn’t tell him at all
cuz none of us have actually been there
maybe he’s closer to it then us all.
Let’s just let him go
and watch him drool
while we have another burger.
in the category that i named ‘of the mind’ i like to write the following:
Do you mind?
Cuz i do
mind,
and like to
re-mind
you
to mind too.
And see if they care
or mind
to mind there own business
which isn’t bad at all
and might just be
totally Zen
and cultivate
that paradoxale world
leading to
enlightment
and a higher form of
self-awareness.
