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From all the things That I could’ve possibly chosen On that one grey morning of November I chose to phase out on a bench Eating vanilla ice cream While reeling through the years Of my existence Spawning the thoughts I have thought The places I’ve been to The songs and lullabies I’ve heard   The […]

I saw the monument Made the timelapse Conquered the sunset Putting the curtains To the end of the day’s delights   I stared at the man in the red shirt Running on the stairs Up and down and sideways Stairs of hope To high mental altitudes Through exotic longitudes   It was another end Another

There’s a place they call Sedona In the state of Arizona Where boys and girls hangout Just to have a freak-out Discussing all the weird thoughts Connected by the blue dots Ideas that mess up society While ignoring all sobriety You don’t find this place yourself But the place finds you itself And when the

I waited in line For God’s delights At the local pastry shop Got myself a cheese pie A Quatro Fromaggi warm slice And a little drinking yoghurt   The vendor there told me: “Good Job!” “I thought so too, man!” “I would’ve gotten the exact same thing, I swear.” I told him to keep the

Another day Another sun Another song Another rise Of the human spirit In the attempt To defeat and conquer The existential dilemma   Another cigarette Smoked out of spite Or boredom Or both   Another sleepless night Caused by the mind Who then decided To spawn an idea That might change the world Or only

I’m thinking about it That dreamy ultra idealistic super kid Who watches cartoons And reads comics All day, all night Breakfast to midnight snack   He thinks he can do all that So one day he stands On the edge of the window While daddy makes his shift at the Chinese factory And mommy watches

A mosquito came by swiftly In my corner while cooking So, obviously and undoubtedly I wanted to kill the little fucker So I adjust my aim With my almighty slipper To end the short life Of this wretched creature   But the little bastard Escaped from the clutches of death And disappeared as if into

Another day, another breeze Another hot bowl Of crab noodles Served with a warm smile To put the soul at ease   Another day, another snack Another guy who’d given up And traded everything To build his dream From a smoke of crack   Another day, another blend Another dandy gentleman Who smokes fat cigars