Interests ..

Come on, let's kick each other's asses before this ends. I'm not saying that I'll beat you up, just implying that you suck at throwing punches. You see, the last time I provoked you, the first thing that hit me wasn't your fist. It was that flower vase, you cowardly threw at me in an attempt to ...smash my brain, I think. Either way, I did manage to cut your fingers off. No hard feelings but it was kind of necessary for me to do that. And you know what? I composed a poem for you. I'll read it to your mother when she's going to identify your body at the morgue. But first, remember this. No one is going to miss your bloody presence. I know the type of person that you represent. Sometimes it's like I'm looking in the mirror. But that is when I realise you are just a mascot. Just a figure of what i used to love.. and now hate. And you're wondering why I'm killing you over and over again. Go ahead, scream for help. I'll actually help you do that, because I am a good person, and because I know how to make a signal fire, even though that will be of no use for you. No smoke is getting out of my head. I was sitting around the house the other day and thinking what you were going to wear that day. I was thinking of a white T-shirt but that meant a bloodless death, which we both know wouldn't be fun. Oh, I'm going to take guitar lessons just so I can annoy you from time to time. Congratulations, because of you I decided that my life had no point with no sound in it. The armchair is quite comfy but let's be honest, I'm not going to waste my life sitting in a lifeless, leather thing with four legs that resemble bones. I'd prefer listening to that shitty music on the radio. By the way I have to buy a new one, because the gray one I had... I think I lost it when I cleaned up my room. You my friend have a lot of blood in you. It's weird because you're just 6 ft 3. But fuck it. It is really amazing to chop your face off your skull with a knife. It actually requires a lot of skill. And a trained eye as well. It's like going to Tesco and buying shit without looking at their god damned high prices. Anyway, I'll go make some food for tomorrow. Last time we had fun, I woke up starving and craving for some toast bread. Man fuck you, you're jealous I look manlier than you do. That is what you get when you're wondering around in my head. I get to shape you in every way I want but don't think I'm taking advantage of that. Nope mister. You're usually a blend between me and the guy everyone expects me to be. That is why you die every time.


Don't forget to take the garbage out. It's beginning to fill up your front lawn. And think of an interesting way to stop your burn-down-the-neighbour's-house-because-I-want-some-barbecue-on-Sunday sessions.

Someone's bored downstairs..

Because, let us be honest.. I don't make any sense at all. And you know that is true. And based on what I've seen, you don't make either. We're both on the same team, even though I'm not sure if we are loosing or winning. But that matters the least. And you know why? Think of the times before, when you we're wondering in that cave, thinking what the hell made you go in there.Think of what you did to survive in that humid, claustrophobic place. Think of how many times you yelled at the running water, pouring through the walls. If you find the answer, you'll know why. Cause you are an intelligent person no doubt about that, but you lack the perspective. You don't push the buttons, you just label them. And that, my friend, is a big difference. Sorry about the friend thing, but I don't think you would like me calling you names.

Let's carry on then.

Do you remember the day I killed you? Wonderful, wasn't it? At least that is how I remember it.. a cold, rainy, August day. It was actually just after my burial. Funny thing, when I died, no movie was playing on Channel 5. You always said I was going to die when Channel 5 broadcasts a shitty movie. But they didn't. You know, the thought of shooting you made me feel weak. That's why I chose to cut your throat. Just like you did to me. Slowly running that blade against my warm skin, blood immediately pouring alongside my neck, all the way to my finger tips. Kind of messy though, I had to change my clothes and take a shower, you stupid fuck. You we're like a pump. Blood just wouldn't stop pouring out of you. But you know what was the funniest thing of all? You forgot to put a rose at my feet, just like you promised. Instead, you put a lily. You knew I hated lilies. But still you had to do it, as if I wouldn't know. I put a rose at your feet, but the problem was I had to glue them back, cause as I was trying to move your body in the kitchen, your feet kept hitting everything in the way, so I had to cut them. No worries, you are intact now. Just like I am, with half of my neck lying somewhere in the closet. Why did you choose the closet as a hiding place? As if you will ever answer my question. To hell with it then. At least you put me in a bag before you dragged me outside and threw me in that hole you called grave. Sorry I didn't do that, the reason being that YOU DIDN'T BUY ANY PLASTIC BAGS !! For fuck sake, where did you put your garbage in? Doesn't matter now, does it. You always forget to do stuff, like doing your laundry, taking the dog out, washing your car. What you always remembered was free beer day at the pub, you bastard. Thanks for calling me every time you wanted to get wasted, I actually enjoyed those times. Even the driving back thing was hilarious, with you puking your guts out at each stop light, cursing your mother for giving you birth in a world infested with alcohol. Man, you were like Jesus, preaching to the waitress that you try to save humanity by drinking all, and I quote, "the mischievous and hell-like substances that took over our children, neighbors, and family !!". You were on a roll that night. Aahh, good old times when we were both alive, not like now buried a hundred feet from each other, and still not giving a fuck. You know what, I should have bought that TV from you, cause I kind of liked it. You had awesome reception, you fat, lucky bastard. But you had to hit the table with your dead feet and break the TV. Not that I would  have used it, cause I was dead before you, but still, shame on you for not having any control of your membranes while dead. Didn't you hear of rigor mortis? I did. Anyway, I discovered something very interesting while dragging you to the hole. You had a tattoo, you had a tattoo !! Nanananaaa !! And what a tattoo. Two camels humping each other under a coconut tree. How romantic. But when did you get it? I thought you were afraid of needles. Plus you rarely walked outside the neighborhood cause you thought people hated you out there. Well now they don't have to see that ugly face ever again. Thanks to me, you are in a safer place.. under my mailbox, if I recall. What? It happened thirty fucking years ago, it's normal to forget some details. Jeez! Well yeah, sorry for not keeping my hat on so that my brains would have stood in my head while you were hitting it against the pavement. That would have made a great difference. Now what? You're going to rise from the dead like I did and collect my brain tissue? Fuck off, you insensitive idiot !! I'm fine as I am. At least I can walk on my own feet. What did you say? You can too? Well guess what genius, no super-glue holds for thirty years !! So go on and gather my brain tissue. I bet you can't even reach the grass above. I did, before I killed you so that's one for me, none for you.

Next time, I'll steal your carpet. You know, the silver one with the dolphins. It matches my sofa.

@ noon

Puzzled in between all the facts of reality,
Dazzling images passing one by one in what seems a fraction of fatality,
Everybody shouts at the wall
Facing a menace from which everybody fall.
Monkeys rule a government of laughter
Putting a price on happiness of the son and daughter
Moreover,
A little part of the plan,
Destroyed by the vibe, smoke and scam
A perfectly designed world
Stimulated by its own drive to die under the sword.
Making us go offline is a universal purpose,
Watch closely as we evolve in what they think is black and white remorse .. ..

Gray options

Even if,
You crave for the absolute,
And mind and body tell you what can be mistreated
Black and white are the only options,
Choose wisely or be defeated.
Fade into whatever you want,
Shallow colors, stories of the unwanted
Tales of bravery and misinterpreted minds,
Watch closely as they go unheard through the gray screen of the departed.
The sheer desire to go unnoticed
May blame others for the horrors you've made,
Be what you desire,
The closest connection,
From which your faith must be told .. ..

A tale of ages..

Between the five realms I've conquered everything
Wishing that nothing had beaten harder than the lighting,
Fighting,
Promising the world to a disobedient comrade
Kissing the moon as the faithful scratchpad.
Rainy footsteps ignore the shallowly breath of air
In which the bravest have denied their death in pair
Pale, as in their coffins they lay,
Without anyone to make a last, meaningless pray.
Virtue is forever lost
In a land forgotten by the ages of crisscrossed
Words and feelings beaten with a hammer
By the same human beings
Improved, removed, and cut by a butcher
That is me, the last one to oppose
The mighty vibe that others accept to enclose
In their minds, a pill taken by force,
Remorse,
Is what betrays the drop you had ages ago
In a time of spaceapes and alien birth row.

Take your time and fade
Within the voices of the lesser jade
Forced in the eyes of my love, my love ..
Me and you, we're from different ancient tribes,
And now, we're both almost extinct.
Sometimes, you've got to stick to the ancient ways ..
Old school ways .. ..

The layouts

Victims themselves of a close encounter
Desperate abductors, constructors become infected, vexed
By an alien virus, so alien, so viral.
Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in ripe tentacles
Stimulating the audio nerve directly,
You wanna come flex with me

Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously
Are in any combination, rhythmically.
Shifting gears, focus upon intensity
Wait, big people that are nobody try fuck with i-man clarity...
Mind starts slipping to familiar tracks,
Bending warping, interfering with the facts,
Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying,
We are hostile aliens, immune from dying

Don't harass me for not behaving correct
I only want to slide my arm round your neck
Interpretation, electro-chemical stimulation.
The sensation you feel is entirely real.
All that we share is our struggle for silence
We don't wanna bother with no arms house business,
No shooting, no violence
Sensory language twist snake like a limb
Flexible, versatile, curious like twins
Transparent in the way that it moves
With sufficient memory
 To cut clean through you .. ..