Archive for October, 2010

memory

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on October 28, 2010 by Linata

when i grow up my head will be filled with memories. there will be so many i’ll start forgetting whether i had my breakfast that morning or not.

vouchers and clubcards

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on October 28, 2010 by Linata

i’m a potential to you…and you…and you…and you…and you…you add points on my clubcard. it’s a sort of a game in which whoever gets most points wins and loses the jackpot. you can also take a risk if you fancy. you can throw away your clubcard, lose all points, and win. or win nothing at all. it’s a game of potentials. humans love meaningless but pointfull games. they also love free stuff. but not all the time. the more rare and unexpected it is the more they will love it. humans are easy to please. if you fancy pleasing them that is.

eternal sunshine of the spotted mind

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on October 23, 2010 by Linata

what is sublime?…

how can you define the sublime?…

how can you experience the sublime?…

can anybody experience the sublime?…

can the two experience the sublime at the same time?…

can the two experience the sublime in the same way?…

can more than two experience the sublime?…

can everybody experience the sublime?…

why do you experience the sublime?…

why do i experience the sublime?…

how do i know that it is the sublime?…

how do i share the sublime with someone else?…

why do i need to share the sublime with someone else?…

why do i need sublime?…

why does sublime need me?…

Чужие мысли

Posted in Uncategorized on October 10, 2010 by Linata

“Бог- сила, любящая себя в слабости.”

-us-

Posted in Uncategorized on October 10, 2010 by Linata

We burn calories

We kill flies

We waste money

We forget to say goodbye

We empty glasses

We spill on the floor

We zip jackets

We are never sure if we’ve locked the door

We roll cigarettes

We tip pretty girls

We lose keys

We buy new phones

We shiver from cold

And smile to an early bird

We embrace what’s new

We are nostalgic about what’s old

We sniff new lovers

We sweat with strangers on a tube

We use dispensable cups

We get used to homeless people on the streets

We hate queuing

We like to enjoy life

We don’t notice when time flies by

We hug each other under the sheets

Sometimes under these sheets we die

Alone