Intricacies of Mentalese.

But, perhaps it's the case with the ground-breaking ones; those, seeing, comprehending the reality in a complex way are sadly not so comprehensible for the residuing rest. They dub it as " too broad vision". I beg your pardon, but haven't we all strived for a level of complexity as wide reaching and unconstrained as possible? Nah, they see themselves best at moaning at us. What is their then greatest astonishment the minute they find out, we broke the ground.

Thw channel you choose depends on whom you want to reach.

There's a Clear Blue Sky Over There.

Why does everybody seem to either rearrange or reprogramme themselves what subsequently involves, triggers spacing [miles] away from me? I mean, I'm fine with all that stuff and all that matters you all have, want to alter with yerselves but why pound into grave silence? No, and it cannot be true nor the case that it's a my-person-triggered change, no, that can't be it. Though, it can't be denied, all of them had some encounters, more pleasant or a bit less, with me, the evil self.

So by this train did I go, traverse to the unsolicited land, that train which on weekend days, do I believe, has led the party ongoers to their party vault.

Likewise yesterday's thought about to realize, the one which banged in my mind while on the local 187 line, half-glad, hals-en misere, I projected to myself a vision of that same self taking a glance but from a different point of view - the trainy one, that is.

So now that I befind myself herein, I do project another me from the other time yet to come with a song echoing and accompanying in and to my mind. The vision being not so a far away one, of the days to come, the marvelous Thursday when the soiree will have begun. With fondness do I sweep a glance on what has been so dear and close to me for 3 consecutive years. [For] it is after those 3 yrs and after the destination that more sorrows haunted and wreaked havoc on my mind.

For, why do I keep asking my [commonly known as] cheerful self? Why, on Earth, can't you, the great mind, manage what's trapping you? For, it will only last, let me count... 4 not even full days! Consolidated by the following 3 sadness-free ones! And so are we already past Załęże and further do we travel up the railroad to the destination of 3 yrs to pass it poignantless to the land where my brain shall be put into a hybernation slumber.

Polychromatics.

What? What now. What am I supposed to utter? Pardon me, utterance is the term reserved for spoken discourse whereas I present here am... u know. Unraveled stuff still hauntin my inner side. Yup, that's eet, since the bright dawn onwards up 'til now... Charges on the worst part are: much as I long to the frame, the silhouette, I do BEAR in mind, it's only its figment which I can't do much about to repress... sadly. It's a hybryd, a polymorph of the many creations, or creatures and features, if you prefer, originating from both my imagination, the unconscious and the real world [which, to me, makes the picture even more miserable [en miserabl]]. What do you do to supress such bullshit history from actually happening? Any morsels of precious advice? Any more thoughts as for the moment so I'd better quit 'fore I generate and publish some bullshit ethymology kinda stuff. Just one more thing: it eventually becomes the game I always wanted to play with a peer, the game I always was setting the rules for as well as was the only proprietor of victory. Is it not the time to descend and make some space for the conquerer, to renounce for the insuperable? Nevah... Shall I always defy. Of no avail are any advances on my part made. Again, I had rather pro-mah-self quench my thirst for some art production with an edgy architect starring.

Aye, YOU KIDZ! all that party vulture of yourz! All the connections you have generated, all the drugz you have taken, tried and mistaken for what real fun is. All that dilated pupils of yourz! All the fake relations, that you have constructed. And beholding what you put in front of my non-dilated eyes is, I can tell who would not fit in there for sure; certain entities. All those don't-talk-to-me constructively and as-plainly-as-possible guys who ain't even able to cope a decent convo, let alone a decent fcuk. No class. No grandeur. No nothing. Merely drug induced everything. Those who don't trip look shtooped. Local ceebees, heebee jeebeez. What more can I contribute to this than join the party or conclude that this is the youth culture as we experience it, generate and deliver it on demand as we want it. Oh, n by the wayah, can ye[r] spot the peddlerz?...

Eclecticism.

What's in it for me? Honestly, I would never imagine myself starting off in such a shallow way... What happened? What, if anything, has changed? Has something been abandoned and recamped in some other place? I want, I start to imagine myself in an aura of eclecticism; when I walk into a club dungeon pouding with musac, depsite all that noise, all you would be able to hear will be classic music surrounding me. perhaps I am still clumsily fabricating some flimsy understatements, you tell me, but I couldn't help them since those dreams I had and will have never told you about. And when it comes to a provisional vision of myself in the future it is still in the process of crystalising: the adjectives and adverbs and other linguistic phenomena and constructs yet to come and manifest themselves to me eclectic way.

The Foundation Has Been Laid. Slowly Comming Back To Normal Operating Status.

Meet me in the red sky and dance with me
Let the valley change you and the night set you free
It's dusk in the dessert, it's heaven at the gates
You were my desire, you were my escape...
Open up this moment and bury me inside
I can see us changing, like a season over time
It's silver on the river, reflections of your love
Drown me in the silence, we'll never come undone
Shadows are falling, tomorrow's closing in
Stay with me till morning, I can hear your whispers, they're calling out my name
Will you promise me that we'll steal the night again

Hankering.

That was no fluke, we met. By no dint. I feel really great and unhindered in your company. Musing over your utterances? Not going to happen to the degree you might have had assumed I would, for the case is, it doesn't matter to me, nor do I care. it's plain and simple, unadorned and it feels great the relationship we share.

Early MA Shits.

They started talking bout MA. I started thinking bout oku, mushroom pickin, snowboardin, the next thursday n the sooiree we're goin to sojournt.They told us to make tentative, preliminary sketches. I named the file "Early MA Shit." It's an inevitable stance to take on since there is so much pressure, man could not do better than distance himself.

One of the university paradigms: don't draw your own conclusions. you are too much a layman to make them.