19.7.15

Πόσες φορές το χρόνο σου σπάνε τη μούρη;

μια

                 δυό

                                δέκα;

τώρα που με γνώρισες θα στη σπάω εικοσιπέντε, τριανταδύο χιλιάδες εκατομύρια. 

τρία κιλά μπουνιές για το κορίτσι απέναντι παρακαλώ.
πείτε της από τη ξανθιά στο μπαρ.

στο μπαρ ή πίσω απτα κάγκελα του σπιτιού σου;
στο μπαρ ή πίσω απο τη γροθιά που ναι κολλημένη στη φάτσα σου;
στο μπαρ ή πάνω στο ναυάγιο της μούρης σου;
στο μπαρ το ναυάγιο.



σπάσιμο μούρης με μπουνιές και κουτουλιές και λίγο σάλια να γλιστράει καλά το αθλητικό μου στη φάτσα σου.

καληνύχτα μωράκι


24.3.15

Theory time

There are elements of ourselves which are saved in a permanent file in our brain.
Meaning: When we stand without thinking something in particular. When we make coffee or wash the dishes, when we sing three specific lines from the same song all day long, without realizing we are doing it. These elements exist while we do all those things, simultaneously they are there. They share brain space with everything. Some things come and go but these stay. For example: I'm twenty-two, I have two siblings, Roman, Natasha, Dee, creative writing and film, Greece: elements, characteristics, data, standard.
Immovably.
 
There are other elements of ourselves though, which are not conscious for no reason.
For example: Back in Greece, I have a dog, Delilah. I keep forgetting her.
I like taking pictures. I didn't realize that until very recently.
I've been to Paris. If someone asks me, I'll probably say no.
I act like I don't have a dog and I act like I've never been to the Louvre and although I've got both of these elements, I live my life not carrying this extra knowledge that a dog and Paris may have given me. 

Circle of Death

Category 

confusing 
painful
disgusting
envious
complicated
abnormal
shameful
guilt
forced
fake
orgasm?
orgasm
scarred
stolen
wanted

23.3.15

what's mine is yours.

what will you take back?
and what can I keep?
what's left for me?

It's us.
we're powerful and immortal
we trigger hurricanes and volcanoes
we surf the world
and we start to feel like it's a small wave
we need bigger waves, us
the most dangerous ones
we can master all of them, us

we've conquered the world
there's nothing left for us
so we rest for now
we're waiting for the world to grow a bit older
for us
to challenge us some more

she looked like one of those people who know good bands.



for all her lies she still was very lovable. 

4.3.15

I was convinced I was going to come back wiser, armed with every answer I could ever need for my projects. Instead I came back more stupid and more confused (if that's even possible)  

Oops I did it again
I played with your heart 
got lost in the game
ooh μωράκι μωράκι.

You have 
one week to find the answers kiddo
one week or I'll start cutting off his fingers.