Jazz Jazzes Jazzy Piano Bars.

Shall I mimeograph his way of conduct as for writin the MA thesis? Is this my turn in takin the crcovian cafes? There is no tradition if it is not cultivated... I shall wprawic myself in a swingy, unblemished mood n let my fingers write what their head tell them to. Will it be me to wrote the next "nie wiem o co chodzi ludziom..uwielbiam poniedziałkowy początek tygodnia...i to chyba tyle w tym temacie;) miłego dnia:D" statement? We'll bump into each other one day, perhaps. Perhaps, I already take it for grated, for it's such a cramped village. I still have to reckon whether this is what I wanted it to take on. Life can be so proverbially short. Thrilling a construct it is when being knowledgeable about how to make the most of it your way, plus, what a zillion of things there are out there. Despite it all, regardless of my idiolect, values, beliefs, norms, I keep thinking bout one entity. I felt always astonished n puzzled, if not mesmerized, why on earth do I want to impress that guy so much? What is it, either on his part, or on mine, that I feel inclined to bend my way of life, seeking ways n means to crack his code, to boggle his mind with my personality, achievements and what not. Unsolicited and unanswered question.

Composition Appropriate to the Night. Early MA Drafts Series.

just as “the virtual world is not an antithesis to the real world, but is in itself a form of reality”, in the same vein, alongside dictionary and associative meaning there should be rightful place for a kind of “generally accepted dictionary cliché meaning”. that is, a fraction of a word’s meaning employed by a mass of people on every day basis, they believe it’s the dictionary one. this, in turn, however, would neither elevate the meaning, nor would it be any kind of magnitude /greatness indicator.

An Exigent Gentleman.

FIrst n foremost it is to charge my brainz, how on earth can it be, it generates ground-breakin ideas n with that same godspeed does it pound them into oblivion? nevertheless, here is roughly wht I had in mind today. We haven't even been together; we did not have any opportunity to do so; albeit there was an inclination... neither I nor u can deny it. damn sure as we were about an undeniable bond tying us, we, though, could not somehow assemble the constituent parts. and so does my inquiry stem, i.e. how come the [and it is still of a certain difficulty to stipulate the thoughts. my wild guess is, it happens so due to the lack of clarity about the whole bombshell] emotions [?], impression is/are ceaselessly so vivid, crisp as a blow of wind indicating spring...? What happens not only in my hights but also including the bowels, a rampant reaction, comming back pendulum like. What can I do then? The overwhelming feeling , I will have never been ready to face him. To say the least, the utmost desire of mine it is, to be caught in the city of his [and even the metamessage here displays a remarkable degree of distance, a great proximity enhanced with aloofness I wish to preserve] all immersed n engrossed in some task, dressed to kill in an impeccably, immaculaty, crisp n clean, sartorial minimalism, foreign-lokin manner, eccentric n avant guarde frame of mind. Intuition renders helpless in this case; similarily to reason which, in the same vein, proves to be of scant . Much as overwhelming the presented rumination appears to be, it only is a tip of the ice berg, as, and the on hands experience prove not to be far-flung, "we here are presently able to trace how deep the roots go, not are we in the power and abilities to determine their further, profound influence on the enitre axiom and the system itself" with the ramifications yet to remain veiled in the voal of clandestineness. It undisputably be the jist of some future research conducted by my very self, to extract th unprecedented phenomenon. Despite the early stage it is considered to be at right now, there are some equally early presuppositions as for the propositional input: to cut ong story short: he triggers mw/e to morph into the condemned [in my life philos sophios]. Hard as nails, pillaging my strategy... In his presence all my questions sound blunt n bluff. Gentle, handsome, bold more than meets the norm is he. The question reads " how to deceit 'im...?"

Distant Rumor.

I ddnt want to mention that, nor dd I want to publish n make it public; 't will have aroused too much public uproar, contra versions n other unsolicited crapsters. 'm watchin my favourite porn with that... with that... after my very prive dictionary,'emotionally overwhelmin' with parchment hands... n that elusive kind of facial expression... crew cut... of brawny frame... in my dressin gown. Perpetually in magnificently egoistic state. I needed that. Ceaslessly egocentric frame of mind. And the branches flow gracefully against a background of a semi-purpleish magenta sky.

Solitude's ma' Mid Namae. N It Doesn't Feel Bad at All.

Thr's the time whn I am all ready n steady to help to give out of my way. Nonetheless, the subscription expires though, renewal is possible. I need to spend some time solely w/myself, to speak out the truth.It's not that intricate, is it? Then, how long can u sit at the table, wht can u say among those whom u know so damn well, plus, the chance to hear sth ground-breaking or worth hearin is close to minimum, wht can u expect frm ppl whom u know so well? it is not possible for oneself to change within an evening, to chng the entire manner of behaviour n conduct. n here is my point: why do we, literally, pretend everything's so fine, refined n polished...? why can't they understand that a person has a penchant for spendin the time alone, enjoyin oneself in ways n means known only to the entity? why is it so hard to crack? provided, u wanna spend some time w/me thn let's try, it's not so hard, I assure bout that, do sth else! Not only can we wash the dishes, tidy the whole crib up, clean up every nook n cranny, cook uneadible amounts of food n wash the dishes again, aftr they've been consumed only in half of the bulk, the other being thrown away. This makes me sick! I mean it! I really do. were this not for the tradition we have here in Poland, the custom of havin a family, there would not be so much hassle about the whole shebang... uselessness, mindlessness, no-sense. I can't believe I longed to comeback so hard! Now, it seems to me, the only rhing I wanna do is flee... Since it dawned on me that I did not harbour the longing for the above mentioned mind-boggling activities, as it is the time spend alone ridin round the hood on my bike, musin, ponderin, mind-evolvin, reachin for the outter states o'abstract. This is wht Xmass at my crib is all about... Can't wait for spring, thou...! For, solitude is a thrillin experience...

"The mark of our time is its revulsion against imposed patterns".

Night air has the strangest flavor Space to breathe it, time to savor All that night air has to lend me Till the morning makes me angry In the night air I’ve acquired a kind of madness Daylight fills my heart with sadness And only silent skies can sooth me Feel that night air flowing through me I don’t need those car crash colors I control the skies above us Close my eyes to make the night fall Comfort of the world revolving I can hear the earth in orbit I’ve acquired a taste for silence Darkness fills my heart with calmness And each thought like a thief is driven To steal the night air from the heavens In the night air

" When you are on the phone or on the air, you have no body".

Home alone and happy, nothing brings me down. Although, I am not sure about what might happen to me in a month's time, I still preserve a positive attitude, unblemished by stress. Yet. Of utmost importance it is lately, to think up an MA thesis topic... Quuite as I do not grasp all his ideas, I might most probably be profoundly interested in McLuhan's works and, subsequently, the very crisp n fresh field of CMC.

All media exist to invest our lives with artificial perceptions and arbitrary values. Since we become what we behold, we shape our tools [media, technology, artefacts, mannefacts] and then tools shape us.