So I went to the train station so that nobody could hear me whistle. I didn't feel like writing this post, but I didn't want to write the pre-literal as a short message either! Days went happily and undisturbingly past, so as lingering from one moment to another and I was ensured that it's a state of mind I do not want to disrupt and/or dissolve by any substance whose source would be from the outside. Thanks to that my mind, my mood and I stayed in a tranquil harmony enjoying the life without needless expectancies and whims, let alone desires.

Cherry Mesh.

Yes, I am "the one who always writes about dirty things but never does them" and "I am not affraid to admitt it". The purpose I'm having is different as you may infer. It allows me to measure the latent, to observe the genuine, the real, letting myself to stay intact, out of and away from the things I am too considerate, wise cunning and sly to make use of. Even if u called it a yellow-bellied attitude to stuff, I, in my consideration, am 110% safe in what am doing, am not endangered by anything and, what is more important, am not destroying my grey cells by some fcukin mesh etc. stuff.

Such a Naughty Surprise.

Baby blue... I really wanna kiss you, but I'm not sure if that's wise...

Queen of Defiance.

Meet me at the station at seven... o'clock. You know what I like n I like it a lot. Let's go somewhere quiet where we can... engage. Let's go somewhere out of here where we can... misbehave. Cos Imma maker, baby... I'm a maker... Mmm... Life is how you take it... Don't u think? Work your work when u finish... your drink. Life is how u take it... So on, so on, so on... Get me in for nothing so I'm so like go on, go on, go on... Cos Imma maker, baby... I'm a maker...Gimme just a little bit... Gimme an inch u know I'm takin it. Now that it's time we spend talkin shit, baby it's all about makin it here. Cos Imma maker, baby... I'm a maker... Mmm...Whispered in my ear I'll meet her... outside. U know that I wait cos I've been waiting... all night. Everybody's leaving n I'm movin back to mine. There's a beautiful evening for takin our time. Gimme just a little bit, gimme just an inch u know I'm takin it... Yeah, yeah, yeah, cos I'm a maker, baby, Imma maker... I used to live on cloud 9 now I moved to 8 I do serious business in surreal estate You are on the edge but you'll have to wait To blow out all the candles on your birthday cake You're really gonna get your share You're really gonna get your share Light a friendly fire in your neighbourhood Nobody is watching your misunderstood If you got no good ideas then you need business plans And if you got no grooving feet then you need helping hands You're really gonna get your share You're really gonna get your share Close your ears and slowly start to count to 5 tell your mama we're on amulation overdrive There's no second nature, well I know you knew Subjectivity and different points of view

No Such Intended.

Pity, it's not summer. Or spring or autumn at least. I'd go to the station, wander 'bout. Took some wine, no, I don't like wine. I'd take some booze anyway n head straight there. I'd go to a place where there are a few people and there's not much to do but gaze and observe. Where all your petty matters seem to be so drop-dead important to ya. I'll be there, laughing at ya. You're welcome. You wanna go with me? U wanted to walk with me for the whole life. I can tell that you'd get bored the second you walked in my shoes. There's nothing like you telling me and assuring, you're fine with that. No way. I'll never believe in that. A place where we could muse over things together is non-existent.

Find a substitute. Find the better, sufficient version of truth. The reason why plurivalent versions of it do exist? You tell me. Make it as good as to make them believe in it. You may call it a lie, white or not. Your associative meaning, can't help it.

"It's Time to sketch sth!"[1]

Why did the whole poetry academe groves covered up the contents? Why did they thoroughly and deeply kept on developing all the figures of speech? They felt an unescapable urge to message and to convey their xperiences as feeling to be the handful of chosen ones they were entitled to and endowned to do things that were far behind the reach of a standardised entity. Since the recipient of those coverages was the above mentioned subject, they had to interwave the secret info into some sort of a veiled message. Comparatively, when a standardisee desires to step up into the vaults of the banned, a profound need to share is aroused. Then, in order not to alienate or put off fellows, s/he needs to use sort of encrypted message.Yes, indecipherability it is. Feels like I'll need to use it no later than within a couple of weeks. The need is rising up from the ashes of the prohibited.

What keeps them by my side? Be it this or that company. Transition? The undecidedness, the inbetweenness between one state/group/field/and such alike of my person? Is it the courage to stand for oneself to have the boldness of choosing interbetweenness and not coutedly agreeing on what one trend/has to offer and the awareness to know what one wants? The cheekyness to think outside the box? The entrepreneurial zing to drift on the currents? References: [1] Huggie, H., Scantie, H. 2010 Instant messaging; Hometown: 12:51:28

Inhale.

For, it need to be spoken out loud, to become true... For, it could have been anything. For, I did not know as I had not been briefed yet back then. Everyone has his/hers secret favourite ward. Using pronouns to express the forgotten and despised noun. Why didn't anybody want to take the case?