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is counting stars a feature of the universal stream steam or just a condition of the human creation is naming stars the shade of our soul on the wall of alldimensional mind.. might derivative of soul be heart or be mind, product of both, one squared or the other.. might be time the limit.. undefined or common garbage.. wich is it/witch? the slope or the area below.. the change in/with those all shapes, all shadows, all sketches.. no dimension i hope i am i hope i have i hope to find you and see you and kiss you and.. again.. and again..

a shade in her eyes will always be my shadow light.. i prayed for the hardest path.. it was just a way, a simpe way/one/ticket to walk/know the path.. you have the key to my heart and you hack my soul and steal my mind i kept my space/house empty for some time now and you filled my heart with pure joy you are not in the three dimensions with your forth side.. is just the hat that keep us in the sublime and indefinite state of to be and not in the same part as a whole..  parts.. we are.. so i do, i do know you..  by the next time i`ll be a postman of quarters of the kiss to keep more and give more at the same time, way apart in space, entangled idea and dream of the morning thought.. star..

outside it is snowing.. inside i miss you under a kind of soul flakes, frosted eyelids how am i suppose to get in love.. i don't know anything about love.. how am i suppose to fall for.. i have a mechanical heart for soul.. seconds are my soul flakes, frosted eyelids of a distant flute.. silenced by memories hazed.. sometimes.. brightened.. every now and then.. do you have a name in the winter outside.. my love i`m just lost.. in the molted spacetime from quasars to quarks.. call me ishmael is there an algorithm for solving a cube in 4d? am i a dreamer trying to speed solve a tesseract?

Time does not flow, any more than space flows. It is we who are flowing, wanderers in a four-dimensional universe.  Time is just the same measurement of space as is length, breadth and height. so are we the long forbidden truth.. conscience between the infinitely big named space and infinitely small named time?

n-as fi crezut vreodata ca voi pune in blog cuvinte de aceasta substanta insa cea mai buna poanta mi se pare klaus A, iar santa B o sa aduca in strasse spectacolul infernal in tandem cu ponta D, circ la care poate ca visam, vinovat cumva, adica daca suntem cum suntem si suntem macar sa ne distram de toti banii.. jocurile nu s-au facut niciodata pentru noi, politicienii stiu bine asta, noi insa inca nu am inteles, ca entitate sociala, ca ei au ales sa ne vanda de mai demult viitorul.. intelectualul roman dovedeste inca o data ca nu are substanta, vertebra si credinta, talpa asemeni.. de ce se intampla asta, simplu.. asta este romania, cu mic cu mare, cu tanar cu batran, cu intelept si cu sarac cu duhul. de ce nu avem inca o miscare a celor care nu voteaza cand nu au ce vota, din curentul tare al izvorului de munte, curentul nehotaratilor? se pare ca este o forta, tectonica aproape, de se construiesc scenarii de marire si de cadere, strategii si strategii pe acest contingent "al

to lead is to be a bitch at some point to rule is to be a monster at some point why blame commoners for being bitch and monster like most of the time.. distinguished souls, referenced minds, priceless confetti.. in d oing the basics - sculpting the edge .. an incredible variety of shapes and forms in faces, in gestures, in hearts.. only one concern in the story of ideas, where's the essence and light.. only one left, algorithm of weaknesses, in the key stroke of a lost art.. war, the goddamn war, and peace, the goddamn peace.. we all should take the lessons we teach..  jokerlikeserioussowhy.. fable in todays mask..

there's no tomorrow.. there's no today.. there are only yesterdays.. so i remember you.. jokerlikeserioussowhy.. your hope is my steam engine.. hey would you.. would you.. it's too soon to spell the rest.. i miss you already.. small kiss.. french idea.. sleep well nostalgic art..

i drop my soul, my mind, my heart in a box..  along with the void..  you found it. is this/that cat dead or alive, my love.. ? it is no magic.. no magic bullet for addiction.. there is no magic in root..

ramai dintr-un film cu o scena, cu o replica, cu un element de decor, cu o piesa de costum.. electric blu in cazul asta, asa-i? este o fila de carte in lumina directa a reflectorului de scena.. este realitate topita cu celuloid.. poate un vis ori un cosmar. she owns my body and soul.. tell me everything, the monster is up and marv is out of jokes. entropy makes the real go dark, shady (real).. in this town's stories the entropy was/is red.. and we walk this/that holographic universe with one mistake, we vote.. for forever.. we choose in this game of dark fences and light patterns of diamond stripes, the lie, the one and only definition of power.. what it is to be done in this/that sin city.. save the child virgin kill the old cunt become the dark (someone interested for a third act/part/encounter?) the past and the future is quantum entangled in sin city. it is the reality of the mind.. seductive.. powerful.. expensive.. deep.. low.. cruel.. and green (green eyes, lo

te asteptam ca de fiecare data  pierdut in ganduri.. alei ca de var.. nu te gaseam, in secunda rupta minutelor nu te gaseam.. poate ca visele, in ere/eon masoara clipele ce le-am urcat pe furis, de furat, pe urme sub pasi... si pasi si poate ca sunt intuneric si esti lumina si nu avem decat crepuscul, roua si alint.. sau poate ca inimile.. toate, sunt rupte..  automaton.. clockwork, steam on soulless salt it feels like the creation of a hole in my heart..  some kind of singularity from which not even light can escape.. si poate ca nu esti.. si poate ca nu sunt.. si cuvintele nu au avut si n'or avea abecedar.. te asteptam ca de fiecare data..