no-sheep

try to be independent.
make tributes.

exposed

like pictures at an exhibition.
the gallery of a mind.
hanged up.
no mussorgsky but me.

see with the left ear

japan is different

arpeggiate

constantly evolving
just disguise it
say no and smile.
moons hide
but also show
the bright side.
not not
too much
complex chords.
simplify (note to myself)
arpeggiate.

playlist : couleurs (m83) / arpeggi (radiohead) / unrecorded (m83) /
such great heights (the postal service) / jigsaw falling into place (radiohead)
the escapist (coldplay)

thief

the big stanley donwood

Takes one to know one.

inspiring sickness

unexpected behaviours.
presents. buy someone.
cynical smiles. bad jokes. ban bad taste.
write something supposed to be warm. sincere.
gas the room. perfumes.
feel not responsible. oh, no. feel responsible.
no,
just… don’t…
synchronicity = signal ? don’t bother me. not now.
measure words makes me sick.
say it x, say it problem. scares the hell out of me.
walk in metaphoric rusty razor blades.
is not how you communicate.
the strain of your hesitations.

to be a no-sheep.

to be an homage.

pop out.

maxim zhestkov
advanced beauty.

easier

maleonn ma

you’ll be making clouds from your bathtub
you’ll be throwing knifes in the wrong path
you’ll be searching for a new role
you’ll be looking for your unknown brother
you’ll play the piano with your feet
you’ll juggle with your feelings again
you’ll be alone in the middle of the park
on a sunny winter sunday

cloud atlas (b/w sheets)

state of suspended animation
apparent silence
cinematic, tilt your head
create an optical illusion
make polygons of paper work
achieve the imperfection

like to see how clouds
are created in fast motion
pixels on blue

children run
children smile, fall
and stand up again

i sang softly
while you seemed aslept
from big mountains
such great heights

catastroFist (in the face)

laugh when silence comes
because time was wrong
punctuated equilibrium
set to behave as rubber
getting tired, getting worse
permanent deformation
reach the elastic limit
broken into millions of splinters
broken bones in the ground

wait for the permanent sun
the smell of gasoline
awares the explosion
of the gas stations

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