joi, 2 noiembrie 2017

Another dream

I had the weirdest dream.
I was working for a publishing house/newspaper at the turn of the century, very early 1900. And I got sent to Czechoslovakia to a cancer hospital. It was like a prison for prisoners of war/hospital for cancer people.
And I was supposed to pick the best story, or most impressive story to get published, and whoever I picked would be released and cured, because they had the cure, but it was only available for rich people. It was like a lottery scheme, where we save someone with a worthy story. And I get there and everyone was behind bars, in beds, with mould everywhere and some plants, like ivy growing from the walls, around the prisoners, and into the ground. And they all knew why I’m there, so they were raising their bald heads, with almost see-through skin, and deep dark eyes with glimmers of hope in them. Some of them were even smiling. They were all weak and most of them couldn’t speak, and those who could were begging me to pick them, screaming, crying, trying all sorts of tricks, bald women, all locked in the same cell, trying with whatever was left of their charms to seduce me, others were promising me all of their possessions, land, houses and money…
And suddenly I had a thought!
I can’t pick who gets to live or die. That is a power that no man should have! I don’t want that power! But I can’t save everyone either… But I can try. So, I decided to make a big announcement: I am going to take all of their stories with me in the hopes that they will warm the hearts of the people who can actually save them, who have the means and access to that life-saving technology, (which involved a little bit of science, alchemy and various other methods, no one really knew how it works outside the people who invented it, but what mattered is that it did work). And even if their minds would be hard to change, at least I could give everyone an equal chance…
So right when I was about to say it, one of the prisoners escapes from his cell and starts grabbing me, begging me in a very broken English to take him out of there, saying that he is some aristocrat from a northern family, and he will give me everything he owns, but we must hurry, we have to go now, before the guard shows up! And is said no, you don’t need to escape, listen, everything is going to be alright, I’m about to make this big announcement… And the guard came and he shot him.
As they were carrying his body away, more guards came and they grabbed me and started to drag me towards the now empty cell from where that prisoner tried to escape. And I was protesting, saying “what are you doing, where are you taking me, I have a big announcement to make…” and they were ignoring me, or saying things like “yeah, of course you do, you can have your announcement later...”. So they locked me in that cell and the weeds started to grow around me and I was getting weaker and weaker…
Because, you see, that was the cancer cure. Those weeds were sucking the life out of the prisoners and they would give it to the rich, who could afford it…

Of Love And Fear

My body is looking for her body.
My lips are looking for her lips.
My hand under the pillow is searching for her hand.

She is my mirror
And everything I do has an echo in her.

And she breathes into my breath,
And she dreams into my dreams.

If she could see herself as I do,
She would love herself

And never need me again...

I've learned your name


I've learned your name
And I say it easily, as if it were my own.

I've learned your looks,
When your eyes frown or drift away...

I've learned the corners of your mouth
As they curb up or down when you're thinking.

I've learned your clothes
And how you feel from what you wear.

I've learned your fingers and your skin
And I know them in the sun or in the dark.

I've learned your breath and heartbeat so well,
That sometimes I don't know where you end and I begin...

The Garden

I've been a garden open to the world,
With trees of green and twisted paths, I'm told,
And everybody came and picked my flowers,
But you're the only one that stayed for hours.

When you're around, my colors are in bloom,
And when you go, I'm silent, like a tomb...
Cause I have been abused in many ways,
But you're the only one that stayed for days.

My tendrils reaching out to climb the walls,
And when you're gone it's like the autumn falls,
Because I've been alone and lived in fear.
So maybe you will stay, at least a year?

So come, my gardener, gently touch my leaves,
And I will give you flowers, birds and trees,
With branches I will wipe away your tears
In hope you'll stay with me for many years.

And as you care for me, I will protect you,
And keep you safe and grow my arms around you,
And through my canopy I'll let the sun shine,
So maybe spend with me, at least a lifetime... 

sâmbătă, 22 aprilie 2017

The Tits'n Booze

Imagine a bar so famous, that it's not only known in that town, or in that country, or even on the whole planet for that matter, but in the entire galaxy...
Well, Tits'n Booze was such a bar. Now, it wasn't the best looking bar, or the cleanest, and God knows, it wasn't always the nicest floks hanging around there, and inside you would only find what it said on the sign outside: naked ladies and beverages of the alcoholic variety. But this place wasn't famous for it's service, or for the atmosphere, but because it was a safe haven, a neutral place where creatures from across the known universe could come and enjoy a moment of peace.
On this particular evening, a purple blob with green-yellow tentacles landed its strangely looking ship and slid across the floor straight to the bar and asked with a high-pitched screeching noise...
- ¤§#*¢¥&!!!...
- We don't serve that shit in here, said J. from behind the bar. Whiskey or beer, pal, take your pick!
The creature started to change colours, changing from purple to red and slamming one of its tentacles on the bar and letting out another, even more ear-scratching noise
- ¤¢¥§&¢¤¥!!!!
At this point, the whole bar fell silent. J. reached for 'his old faithful', a long barreled gun that he had from a time before people knew they're not alone in the universe. It was quiet. The kind of quiet when you know things are about to turn sour and it's best to stay low and keep out of trouble. J. opened his mouth to give the creature a final warning, but before he could say anything, M. came running from the other side of the counter and put an empty glass on the bar in front of the creature. The alien then shoved one of its tentacles into what must have been its head and ripped out one of its many eyes. He squeezed it into the glass and drank it, tissue and all...
- Forgive J., said M. He's new around here...
The creature mumbled something with a lower screech than before and crawled away.
You never know who's gonna walk in at the Tits'n Booze, but one thing's certain. Everyone is welcome...

luni, 13 martie 2017

I dreamed this story...

I was looking on YouTube and going through my subscriptions, and suddenly I see a video of a decaying corpse, and the title said Dead Girl Day 28.
The video was trending.
I looked at the subscribers... Now most people on YouTube have around 100k subscribers, and they are considered successful.
Some have 1 million, and the most successful youtuber of all time has 55 million subscribers.
This one had 3.8 billion!
I clicked on it and I was absolutely disgusted; it was just a video of a dead body decomposing on a time lapse, throughout the whole day.
The girl had no hair, and she was wearing a red/brown costume, very tight and minimal.
She was laying down on the floor of a dark room, under a small light, crouched in the fetal position.
You could see the pains of her death from the way she laid on the floor.
Next in the suggestion box to the right were videos of the same dead body with varying titles, like day 19, day 23, day 35...
The comments were saying, wow, she is beautiful, this is true dedication, what a masterpiece...
The thing is, no one knew where the body is or who is uploading the videos.
So I went on the profile page of the uploader and I started going through the videos.
As I clicked away going through the videos in reverse, the body was reverting to the original form,
undoing the damage of decay and revealing a beautiful girl. She was Asian.
The videos kept rolling until I ended up at one of her, alive. She was shaving her head and she said in perfect English that this is the last time she will speak to her fans. Goodbye and enjoy the show.
I clicked on the video before that and there she was again, saying that the plan is almost complete and soon it will all happen.
Before that, in another video, she said that she found the right place and she is sure that no one will disturb her plans or her body once everything was in place. She also mentioned that she found some people to help her and to do the video uploads after she is gone.
All of these videos had millions of views.
I skipped a few more videos and I went even further back, around a year before and I clicked a video that was titled My Biggest Creation.
There she was, our young and beautiful girl, saying that she decided to give to her fans the biggest possible gift. Her life. She is going to kill herself and allow them to watch her body decay and rot away. All of beauty is temporary and subjective, all fades away in the end, all that we are, even our names. She will use death as a form of art.
There were many videos before that, but I couldn't help myself and I went straight to the beginning and I clicked on the first video.
It was her, very pretty and smiling.
She said, hi everyone, you don't know me yet.
Before this video I didn't exist for any of you.
My name is Akita and I am Korean.
I am a visual artist...

joi, 9 martie 2017


Singură pustie
Nimeni nu o știe
Și se vaietă-ntruna
Numai ea și luna

Peste mări de gheață
Cu zăpezi pe față
Numai ea și vântul
Răscolesc pământul

Nimeni n-o aude
Taina nu-i pătrunde
Noaptea o ascunde
Nu se știe unde

Și mereu o doare
Fără alinare
Plânsetu-i se-aude
Până-n depărtare

Fără de spovadă
Nimeni să o vadă
Noaptea prin pustiuri
În a ei corvoadă

Prin pădure bate
De singurătate
Trece ca o umbră
Peste munți și ape

Nălucă nebună
Fulgeră și tună
După ea se-adună
Norii de furtună

Negru-i este gândul
Cerul și pământul
Printre flori de gheață
I-au săpat mormântul