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[without a title]I live between heaven and earth: there is something immortal and divine in me, but I also pick my nose when I am alone in my room. There is room for the whole wisdom of India in my soul, but once I fought with a drunk woman at a party. I like to look at waters of rivers and flights of clouds for hours, but I have already thought of killing somebody because he didn't appreciate my writings. I feel like as if I were Confucius' brother as regards understanding of human nature and wise indifference, but I just cannot stand if my name is not mentioned when speaking of importance. I stop in woods to look at the dazzling colors of autumn leaves, but I cannot help thinking of nature suspiciously and with reservations. I believe in the superior power of intelligence, but I spend most of my time chattering in stupid companies. I do believe in love, but in most cases I need sex only.I believe in heaven and earth for I am a human being existing between heaven and earth, amen.
Welcome to my Writing Page!In this page you will find some of my texts. I do not call them poetry --- I am not as conceited as that. I do not call them prose --- they are too short. I do not call them journal entries --- they are not regular. I do not call them thoughts --- usually they are not thought over. Texts. Visual chunks, if you like. I rotate them very often so if you like to read more, please check back soon. If you are interested in another kind of art I am involved in, click on a button below.Enjoy your staying here and feel free to e-mail me if you have any question or just want to comment on something. |
