An immortal princess-mermaid-ninja...

The fact that I am a princess should be obvious, to everyone by now, no exceptions ;)

Lately prickled with the, umm, strong feeling of actually possesing appropriate insignia- because caprice, forsting-sugar and pepper moods and emotional landscapes made of colorful glass- I already have. In excess, enough, thank you. Now, I want to have a real crown, scepter. wand and circlet. sparkler and bauble.

...of course, crown as a princess, I desire, with plastic, glasses, and sequins. I vistied a store or 5 with toys. ..and nothing.... they have nothing. ...perhaps other Platichthys flesus bought it out.

and now in those crowns promenade, emo-undines. Damnit... and I want a crown. To put it .. to work. Eat dinner in it, and reverently do the dishes. I want. Bellyache. I wrote to Erin, I told Justyna- whoever knows, whoever has seen. Plastic. Glass. Wanted.

And then Justyna calls with question: circlet or a crown? and describes in details, sends a picture... Which one...And I smile, and laugh. I say the ones with rubies, all opulent, gracious and swanky. and magic wand to brandish.

Then I write to Erin, that I am as a matter of fact that damn, real too, motherfuckin' princess..

So yeah. It's wicked. And cool too. To be a beautiful , immortal princess-mermaid-ninja

But best- it is to have peope/friends around who chugalug my moron-imbecile being with convivial smile :)

In effect

And You
In effect may fall in love with me.
Lets drive to the south.
We'll sit on the hotel bed, and all night,
I will tell you about everything
When we come back,like nothing happened,
You can keep on surprising me.

Morning of zombies

Sometimes it happens that I feel something through my skin,
pins and needles run down my neck and clip my muscles
air becomes humid and heavy, colors fade a few tones
I become nervous and vigilant
Something somewhere mooches and circles around me,
tighter and tighter
And it appears suddenly- just like that.

Boldly in its commonness and disarming triviality
Like a body deprived of its innards
Feelings pierced, spooned out of character’s jurisdiction
and adjectives of soul

I don’t feel a damn thing,
and I am not especially surprised
Well, maybe at most with the fact that
I am able to look the truth in its eyes

You are a goner to me
Without a single chance of resurrecting
any time soon.


[too harsh? I highly doubt that]

The World Lost Weight

Another worry-full, grey and dead day,
Poisoned life lost the sense so fast
There is no hope and belief, sin took place of love
You feel sulky, and who is the one to blame?
You are like a strong wind
You are like a sin
You build that world
Because you make everyday evil
Life in a dream
Where at the end,
In heaven
They will appreciate you .
Once you thought, you dreamt
That a miracle will happen.
Different is what you expected,
And all of a sudden the world lost weight.