this was the land of the poets
a while ago our long hair meant something
and then they tried to take it and we gave it all away

and there are no more duels
now the knives just cut cheese
the guns just fire to mark the beginnings of races we are not eager to join

there was pain and rebellion
now we just don't feel good
we eat too much or nothing at all

my beer cans are emptying then filling
i am emptying then

as has and of not yet if not contrary to
but as thou and not utterly
confused

in this quiet, nice city i dont feel welcome anymore,
i dont belong.
music votka games,
i ll sleep alone tonight and seems i already started.
i m out of the game before i even get the hang of it.
just my kind of luck.

în bucurești străzile sunt indicate foarte rar
totul e întortocheat și deloc simetric
poate de asta mă rătăcesc de fiecare dată.
de când am venit aici sunt pierdut.

bucureștiul mi-a dat bere ieftină
ciocolată ieftină
metrou
și majoritatea colajelor pe care le-am făcut.
nu am dat nimic înapoi bucureștiului.

am știut de la început că trebuie să plec de aici
parcă nici nu am fost.
dar azi când mă gândeam că acuș mă duc
am vrut să mai stau.

în bucurești sunt clădiri vechi
e prea cald sau prea frig sau ambele concomitent.

în bucurești rafturile mele sunt încărcate cu căcaturi, dezordonate
în bucurești eu sunt un raft.

bucureștiul nu m-a primit pentru că nu am venit aici pentru că nu am plecat de acolo unde ești tu.

when will my third eye open?

i don't want to make a bad investment on a useless two lens pair of glasses

refugees are drowning
children are starving
 my computer is overheating
terrible things are happening
terrible things
and the most terrible are those that happen to me
because they happen to me

what if apocalypse comes soon what if i get cancer real young what if there is some major war about to start
the tragedy of not becoming a full-bearded controversial artist with a working studio that is super tits is unbearable to me
i gotta do some shit fast
i gotta cheat the unimpeded shitstorm of time
man i gotta stop shaving i gotta grow
shit i gotta grow bags under my eyes or something
i gotta i gotta perfect a look
this crazy warm and kind and powerful look of someone who has seen and who know and who is
and shit
i gotta start writing down my shit like quotes and stuff maybe already write them on pictures of mine in case i die
gotta make a will that is super heartbreaking its gonna be shared all over i should start recording videos of myself making a plot for a future movie about my life
oh this destiny is
oh
so pressuring
and intense
but you gotta do it for the troops man
but do i really
how can you really go through with intricate and grand plans like and as such as seen and as was mentioned above when you have to pee oh so bad as i have to now