Conversation Piece #3

-And you wonder why? It's destined, that's why!
-I do not wonder why.
-Errrm, okay.
-I thought you knew that already.
-Sometimes I say things just because I like how they sound.
-I am.
-You are?
-Yes, you too. We are!
-We are what?
-We just are.
-Like we be?
-No, we are. Present tense is happening.

February

life through a plastic spoon
we sing in perfect harmony
we sing in agony
life,
too young too soon
we live in misery
we live eternally

Saturn devouring his son

unconscious disorders lead to distraction, anger, depression and psycho behaviour

*Saying things that you don't really mean is already bad because you can never make them mean more, but repeating them to almost everyone you know is further worse cuz you're making them mean nothing at all.
It's very strange how happiness and pain have the same source.

*sent on November the 28th 2003

Fire burns all

the worms are eating me,
from the inside out
consuming every ounce of me
they scream,
they shout...

-and i'm watching my TV-

so wait,
wait untill i bleed
wait untill i flee
wait for the drought

ترنيمة الموت الأخيرة

شبّاك و قهوة و سياج
و أنامل شاردة
وسط أنفاسي الباردة
ترسم قلبا على الزجاج

و بين القهوة و الشباك
تطفو أفكاري المغمورة
و كلمات حب منثورة
............

***

برواز و لعبة و حذاء
و آمال معلقة
ضمن الصور الممزقة
و كلمات الرثاء

...و أمام البرواز و الصورة

Carvings on Brick Walls

Day One:
Scratches and bruises all over me.
Day Two:
Starting to get hungry, got nothing to eat.
Day Three:
The pain is unbearable. Surprisingly, my sight became very sharp.
Day Four:
Rats dont taste that bad after all. Who said that my reflxes are slow?
Day Five:
Started a little project of mine. Maybe banging my head against the wall will do me good.
Day Six:
The walls wont scratch easily. Have to grow my nails longer.
Day Seven:
The smell is unbearable, but i love the moonlight.
Day eight:
Even my wrist, i couldnt cut.
Day Nine:
Started eating my wrist. Tastes better than rats anyway.
Day Ten:
Finally i can get some sleep.