I’m sitting in this living room. I look around and everything looks soviet. The couch, the carpet, the framed mirror covering the upper half of one of the walls and the TV were all contributing to this decorum. The only thing missing was the portrait of a glorious leader wearing a green uniform with an […]
A new friend enters the scene Now there was this one dude I used to hang out with in my early days of high school. Even to this day I’m not sure if there was something inherently wrong with him, or he simply just didn’t give a fuck about anything. It just seemed that this
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One of the greatest tragedies Is losing your friends of old Who fell into the materialistic trap And other self-tyrannical crap Once upon a time Walking clad in the veils Of juvenile laughter Full of shining character Just to become The screaming bores With rotten cores Hysterical over not closing a window Fearing that their
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Drunk as a skunk Hiding dead bodies in the trunk As the wheels of destiny Keep a rolling In the god forsaken land Of the new rising sun The pleasures ahead are uncertain As we don’t know what lies behind the curtain Curtain of dreams Whip cream and fancy gleam And Bolts of lightning In
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I always fancied trains There would always be an element of surprise You would meet someone or see something That would improve your day tremendously My favorite trains were the cheap provincial ones That would never miss any village And that would keep you away From the atrocities of modern infrastructure As you were drifting
People need jobs. That’s what everyone tells you. Jobs come in different ways, shapes and forms in order to match people’s skills, knowledge, attitudes and mindsets. It’s just the way it is. Like a math function. For every x there’s a y. Jobs enable people to have money. Money enables people to do stuff. More
I am the river Which flows Into cotton candy Beneath the black masks Of mysterious euphoria Unseen and unheard of I’m the gold pot Left hidden So it won’t be found By the corporate Tattooed leprechaun The masked criminal Steals from the mermaid In the clouds And the cave troll Shoots heroin On
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Sick again But never dead The lighter sets the cigarette On fire I suck the juice out of it And drop it Pick it up and try again That cigarette Was a long time coming It felt like the best cigarette In the world Now back on track Trying to find a new life hack
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It was the year of our lord 2020. Late spring to be more precise. A little something called Covid 19 changed everyone’s life and mostly not for the better. 2 months of government-imposed home isolation had just ended and a lot of us living in the big metropolis of Bucharest were yearning to come back
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I’m getting the kicks From the everlasting juicy licks. The man with the guitar Creates the voice of immortality. Every sacred note Wrought by the nylon strings Spawns a soothing ghost That seeks refuge In the ears of the present spirits Both seen and unseen We’re one with the groove The unseen magic of
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