you are not necessarily you, i am not necessarily i, the past is not really the past, the present is certainly not the present and the future is definitely questionable

Friday, September 25, 2015

newfound insights

перечень понятий, с которыми я ознакомилась за последнее время просто неимоверен и многогранен. вот горячая десятка моей новонайденной эрудиции:

10. как сжимать зубы от стыда и улыбаться нахмурившись
9. театральные нюансы, виды шерстяных пальто и хлопковых постелей
8. все про дранки, планки, катушки и бечевки
7. православные кресты, купола и соборы
6. зарождение поп-арта и американского футбола
5. сухожилия рук и болезни суставов ног и стоп
4. специфика почтовой оплаты по получению
3. рубанки, грузовики, и газовые баллоны
2. пирожковые, пончиковые и хлебная водка
1. пистоны, поршни и лисы

то ли еще будет?..

the vast knowledge i lately obtained is mindboggling. here is a list of top 10 of my newfound insights:

10. how to set teeth in shame and smile while frowning
9. stage and theater specifics, types of wool coats and cotton sheets
8. all about sticks, strings, notching and tying
7. orthodox christian crosses, domes and cathedrals
6. birth of pop art and american football
5. hand tendons and illnesses of leg and foot joints
4. specifics of collect on delivery packages
3. carpenters planes, trucks and gas tanks
2. doughnut shops and rye vodka
1. pistons, barrels and foxes

what’s next?..

Monday, September 14, 2015

fame

it’s not easy to handle all this fame. they are not kidding saying it’s excruciating to attract. thousands of people come and see you naked. they examine your heart. they poke at it with tools, they look at colors, they analyze the beat. they voice their opinions, they use harsh words, they want you to feel ugly. you thought you would not give a shit. they proved you wrong. you did not think the kindness would matter either. it does. ‘I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.’

Friday, September 11, 2015

promise

i will find you. you will be unique and beautiful, and you will break my heart. you will have a round face with your dark brown hair split in the middle, looking at me with your honest devoted green eyes, promising me something, i would not yet know what. i know, the promise will be broken, the eyes will turn away, the air will turn black, and i accept that without a second thought. i will find the green eyes on a round face with a promise.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

tpos

can you fall in love with a book? can it craze you to madness, make you act foolishly, silly like a child? can it take control of your mind? can it take over your life, lead you on a quest? can you discover your alter ego? can you transform? can your insanity become contagious? can you find a pool of souls going through the same? can it validate you? can you find yourself welcomed, valued, understood? can you tell why? can you see what is wrong?