17 Nov 2009 close-up:http://drycha.blogspot.com/2009/11/bezsennosc.html * it's hard to translate poem... my poem... * I spoke yesterday at the sixth with the devil told me about corpse in the bathtub and refrigerator just came and woke me fever
monotone closed old gates in a dream before the meeting with the devil I knew that a cat also stared blankly
stood in the middle of the room and waited until'll go crazy reminded me of the skins wounds the dull eyes of the mutilated faces of
encounter with the devil reflected in the memory I killed all the thoughts, I go [to sleep] away walked away and left a beautiful light on the walls
(poem 12.11.2008r.) *
everything falls into brown, which is not black than green (except for lost crimson thread) - was set on fire.
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