Monday, January 22, 2007

an ode to cosmism...

Come stringing musket blowing up the lost vassal as the new revelation has been announced, collapsing the towering faith…falling down fast…and vaporized within the facial hair of saddening slavic…lucid and watery creed is now dwindled...

tra la la la…mussing the rows of unveiled singing bats…

seeing red everywhere means to stand still and stiff at Kaluga Square eternally… happy 83rd death anniversary Mr.VilĂ©n















as posted in myspace blog

Sunday, January 21, 2007

The Lovely Lonely Crowds

The honks and the dust…the screeching rubbers burning tars and grinding the pavements…millions of footsteps shouting in semi-unisons…blaring lights and grayed breeze…this is the city of hope…the city of lesser gods and pain gainer but yet this where I tend to live my life to let my soul linger upon her wicked and weathered plains…What plains? ahhh...those crude horizontal and sickening sights...yeah those are the plains, alright…

I'm the softly sounded music that singing in my ears…in half marching pace…and unaided in these lovely lonely crowds... this is an urban scenery of unintended gaze…this is the city of love and hate...this is my existence...

as written in MySpace blog

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