Again I’m fucked up and tired.
The last party came in
like a wrecking ball
and terminated my opinion
about nightlife in my city.
It have been exhausting looooong and boring.
Yet, I’ve met at the end of it some cool kids.
A graffiti artist and a dj.
like they’re scuba diving
in total darkness
inside my cat’s pajama
but they’re funny enough to bear.
So much time passed it
since I’ve met interesting people.
We got baked
and had long talks
about much ado about nothing.
You know, the general idea
when everybody starts to divagate
in the same time about
the esthetic of art
the death of it
picasso magritte and dali
the usual suspects
and finally some well buried artists
of the rumanian underground scene
and much more hipster stuff
I’m so tired of it
they made me all so tired in the end
that I decided to better run
to find darkness and solace in the forest.
I’m just kidding.
They’re no forests surrounding my flat
just a normal park
so I went there
and started to meditate for some minutes.
The main idea is
that I know I’m star material
like everybody else on the planet
not like in a rock star style
but like the brittle stars
that shine every night
on my oblique windows
aside the time
when they decide it’s better to fuck off and disappear.
I place a bet with you if you want
that my sweet dog and my tom cat
are the next big thing
the it thing
on the instagram market.
My ring finger is on the market too
like a stigmata
with a sign that reads “married with a penguin”.
It's a silly SoL about anatomy and the relationship of some friends, not a comedy. People reblog animes like that just because they like the characters, and either way humor is always subjective. Making a text post claiming everyone who reblogs that is brainless is as petty as taking a screenshot of your posts to mock you behind your back because you don't fit what they find entertaining.