Filozoficzna ryjówka

"Świat jest taki piękny, ale dlaczego musi być w nim tyle zła? I czyhać na nas? A może bez zła nie moglibyśmy docenić dobra? Może złe chwile są potrzebne, byśmy w pełni przeżyli te dobre?"

Dobrzyk

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No pain, no gain

You'll never wake up again.

Watch where you point your fucking finger.

It's a matter of time before you're all alone.

And you're waiting for someone to save you.

Now listen to these words I speak.

I am not a god.

I'm not telling you to change.

All I want from you is to leave this place.

(I just want this weight off your shoulders.

Let your legs give in so it will crush you.

Open your fucking ears and listen to these words I speak.)

I am not a god, I'm not telling you to change.

All I want from you is to leave this place.

Just leave this place.

This possibility of change has left us all alone.

Now look your family in the eyes and say goodbye.

The last bit of hope we had has been destroyed.

Just close your eyes and never wake up again.

You'll never wake up again.

How dare you enter.

Feel the pressure of our voices crushing your soul.

We don't want you dead.

We just want you to feel what it's like to be burned alive.

I will point my finger now.

And you will listen to these words I speak.

I am not a god, I'm not telling you to change.

All I want from you is to leave this place.

Just leave this place.

The possibility of change has left us all alone.

Now look your family in the eyes and say goodbye.

The last bit of hope we had has been destroyed.

Just close your eyes and never wake up again.

You'll never wake up again.

Dzień Kota

Czy człowiek nie jest aby nostalgicznym demonem?

There is no love

Zaległy cytat

"Jak na megalomana przystało, jestem człowiekiem skromnym. Istotnie bowiem na skromność może sobie pozwolić ten tylko, kto jest przeświadczony o swych bogactwach. Pyszałkowatość jest często pokrywką przekonania o własnej niewielkiej wartości. ( ''Własnej''? Raczej wartości powierzonej!)".

Witold Lutosławski

Black Star

I am the black star 

hostess of your dead hearts hymn 

my heart explodes in your ecstasy 

you drink me like poison 

I am the water wherein you drown 

your love is reflections of death 

beyond night 

you are no longer excess of light 

beyond the hours of darkness you are mine

Luty