Strangeness is what's still keeping me alive
And making me happy.

Strange rooms,
Weird people,
Normal office hours.

strange, tormented and complex
is probably just not enough of sleep.

strange words,
weird dreams,
it's normal.

Streets with neon lights,
That's where all our fights
Had brought us.

Be strong,
stay strong,
go to bed strong,
sleep strong,
wake up strong,
and try to not go crazy.

There are times, there are stupid times,
There are times, with places and faces,
With these terribly rapid paces,
There are here, our times.

Stupid year
And stupid time,
Otherwise I would be just fine.

Subtract words,
Add meanings,
Have the endings enjoy the beginnings.

Sudden smells give us sudden hope,
There is a sky, and to this sky
There is a rope.

Sun,
Coming out of the blue
Sky.

I've been told that I should be thinking.

It appears, that this is a mirage.

My current situation neither is current nor really mine.
I don't even know, what I have to do with it.

Crazy people should have their good days, too. It would make us normal.

Sun is going up,
shadows are spreading over,
wind blows them gently.

Take a breath,
Take a bath,
Give me space.

Take a stone and throw it into your future,
Let it fly through the years,
And, who knows, maybe even decades or centuries,
As our medical coverage is getting so much better,
Come to think of it, let it for ever fly.

Take a train,
Then ditch the train,
Come to me
And stay with me.

Take me out of my thoughts,
Take me out of my head,
Take me to a comfortable bed,
Make me happy, healthy and mad.

Take me to whatever is good for you,
I'll survive anything that is good for you.

tell a woman
that you like her,
tell her that.

Tell me everything,
And I'll forgive you everything,
And I'll forget everything,
And I will ask you to tell me everything again.

tell me something,
or, come to think of it,
tell me everything.

Tell me something nice,
Or look me lovingly into my eyes,
Both would be too much.

Terrible,
Horrible,
Mine.

Thank you, you know for what,
If you don't, thank you very much,
As such.

That is just exactly what I thought,
How could you,
How could I not?

That is a sod story
About a man, who faked a depression,
To have social benefits,
And, being a good actor,
He even killed himself.

that is autumn,
and that is rain,
that is autumn and rain again.

That is not
What I thought
It would be,
It would be.

That night, you came into my room,
Where I was sitting and smiling,
We looked at each other, two people under the Moon,
Both bursting from laughing.

That's as far as I can go,
Very fast, and now very slow,
From a yes to an uncertain no.

That's not difficult,
That's impossible,
Which is much easier.

That's not how it works.
- How does it work, then?
- It doesn't work, it doesn't work at all.

Nothing can justify your silence,
Unless you really don't want to talk about it.

That's the problem with feelings,
As such,
Either you don't have them,
Or you have them too much.

The absence hits us the most,
We are lost,
But the point of no return will be back

the autumn and the morning
is the perfect combination
to think about summer nights.

The autumn is going through the sky,
The sky is making a heavy sigh,
"Oh, my!".

The autumn rains are queuing to the poets,
To be described, and nostalgically loved.

the awkward silence,
a true king of universe.

The belly of the beast
Is soft
And waiting for your tiredness at night.

The best intentions were laid out,
The worst intentions were banned,
The hands were shaken,
The disaster was clearly underway.

The Big Bang happened, because
God slipped on a banana,
That is why stars are slightly yellow.

The biggest fear of my days
Are my nights,
Otherwise my days are just beautiful.

The biggest mystery for me is why I'm thinking what I'm thinking and also, what exactly am I thinking.

And so, no surrealism can make up for this vague emptiness of my Sundays.

Well, be yourself, if there is such a thing.

The birds are considering us
As possible egg-producers,
Should we fail at everything else.

The Black Matter is coming,
With a lot of energy,
To do something nice.

The bliss of alcoholic haze
Is making easy life to face,
At least the life of alcoholic.

The blue sky
Is always high,
Ready to share
Drugs and despair.

The boats are crossing oceans,
The boats are crossing channels,
Dangers aren't the same,
People are,
People in the boats.