Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty Two.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Two.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Two dramatis personae. Would you reveal the rest? Many choices are always confusing”. “Why two? Three is the best. An anthropomorphic dragon, an anthropomorphic knight, an anthropomorphic damsel in snow-white drugged disguise”. “What is about the plot? Everything must have one”. “All the plots of the world are nothing if they don’t hide something between their beautiful lies. Anything turns into zero facing possession of mind. I will rearrange chairs. His Titanic will be my heart. I will peel off all wallpaper and liven up his head. Expropriation of mind has been the biggest challenge”. “It is the worst marriage”. “It is the best reward”.

 

 

 

“My life became an effort,

A pointless attempt,

My life became my prison,

I agonized like a beheaded living dead,

My love was blond,

Love was half blind,

He was a melancholic and blindfolded hero,

Being on the safe side of his sorry,

 I was his Labrador,

I was the blindest in the story,

Love isn’t good for anyone’s eyesight,

A lover is more like a dog,

Following sausages with faith,

I can be patient,

I can cook,

I keep a long-distance relationship being chaste,

I can make anything look grand,

I can retreat,

And I can hide,

I can pretend,

I’m not in pain,

I can be soft like butter,

I can be sweeter than a cake,

You’ll be a butter knife,

Love me but I will love you harder,

Love is a fondly hated fire-fighter,

A muse, a pyromaniac is loved,

I had the greatest time with you,

You’ll be my only love forever,

You send shivers down my spine at night,

I read you many times in random order,

It’s time for others to enjoy,

I want to give you as a present to another,

A muse is like a book,

An artist borrows a muse,

The muse that falls in love is devastated,

She is a mustard flower among the lined-up vines,

She’s pitiful to look,

She is frustrated,

She will be pounded to dust,

Whose pestle will do her a favour?

She will be cracked up and well-ground in the mortar,

Never get personal in art,

In movies they look good on screens,

In magazines they make beautiful covers,

I’m talking gibberish,

I’m making up,

Projecting on the slate black of his heart,

In photogenic dreams,

We were a perfect couple”.

 

 

 

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty One.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty One.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Have you heard about morals living in your escape? It's always raining in your princedom that is as big as a queen size bed”.”Moral beings don’t need morals. Don’t lecture others. It is bad taste. It’s not important what you do wear. The most important thing is knowing the dress code. As long as there are riches, there are swarms of eager slaves. As long as there is love, there are lovers, collateral damage, victims of love exchange”.”What play do you want to stage?””I want to stage a couple. ‘Roaming the land of never’ will be a working tittle”.

 

 

 

“Love is old, odd, redundant,

Something we want and don’t need,

It is not only lust,

It’s luster,

It is excess,

It’s a collection,

Framed butterflies without wings,

The truth is that unnecessary junk,

Makes us complete and happy,

It’s time to come back to the scene of lust,

Bloodshed on the chessboard,

 And slaughter with one kiss,

The Queen was killed,

The King was threatened,

The whole army was discharged,

Rivers of tears or rivers of blood,

The triumph of being mutually in love,

Rivers were running in his honour”,

“Let’s go to the scene of shooting,

Pink Insectarium is dead,

Keep nosy bystanders feeling horror,

 Let’s launch investigation,

By cracking open mindless heads”,

“Where and when”,

“When witnesses, physical evidence and props,

Were still alive,

They were companions in crimes,

The stand is yours,

Continue”,

“Yes, your Honour,

The idol’s love had no legs,

It had been rolling like a thunder,

To the surprise of mantes,

They humped like prayed with grace,

Learning to play the game of hide and seek,

I used to waste my heart,

Right in the candy wrapper suite,

It was to be my fortress and my harbour,

“Our idol is in love”,

It’s sprawled,

Across the black board of the kingdom,

To the delight of horny moons and waxy stars,

And pleasure seeking beavers,

Bugs flashed a dreamy smile,

Crying quite bitterer than usual,

“She is the luckiest of all!”

Nobody knew who, whom and when,

Neither geranium nor ficus,

They knew only the reason “why”,

I’d say that luck is blind,

Who said that luck is easy,

Nothing is easy,

Nothing”.

 

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “ When all vacancies were filled, the throne of the Prince was patiently waiting. I enthroned you when I was sick. All subjects have worshiped you. When I love, the throne is never empty.  I do not wear pedophile pink, even if pink looks mindlessly gorgeous. I don’t read pink novels waiting for a brave knight riding Arabian horses. We do it in our hearts. We want this myth last forever. After we die. Because we are dust. We’ll become two wandering ghosts who never stop to love. I’ve never said “each other”. Although you never show, I feel that you are scared”. 

 

 

 

 “His “love” was unaware,

How to close doors”,

“We weren’t in front of the conception”,

“He was a father of my loss,

The flying object of stray hate,

Was meant to kill nobody,

It left me being in love but loved,

I’m an endangered species,

Do you know?

My aspiration was to be a muse,

 I was a muse that was demoted to nothing,

I turned into a blurb,

I was a muse in the amusement park,

Amusing and car crashing,

I was supposed to lead him,

I let him lead me on,

I was disarmed,

With classic look,

With classic kiss,

To classic songs,

The most classic misinterpretation,

The leader of the biggest nation,

Explained the stain paternity,

In front of all the world,

Do I look like a fool?

Blithely hanging from a butcher’s hook?

Ponder before your answer”,

“You can’t stand critics and rejection”,

“Do I look like a god?”

“It might be insecurity”,

“My Lord, I wish, I could,

I wish I made an insecurity impression,

People love it,

Finding all insecurities attractive,

You see that Lana is a proof,

I know what I am,

I know what I’m not,

I can see right through them,

I know their passions,

I read all their thoughts,

Rejection doesn’t reach me,

Muzzle to garment one,

I keep the safest distance,

All mortals have a cute ability to lie”,

“Anyone falls in love, believe me,

Somebody falls in love with passions,

Somebody falls in love with bumps,

Somebody falls in love with candles,

Somebody falls in love with candies,

Somebody falls in love with magic wands,

Somebody loves his neighbours’ wives”.

 

 

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Nineteen.

Incest.

 Another Love One Hundred Nineteen.

 

 

 Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “The mind that feeds on illusions gives birth to delusional thoughts. In the places where illusions can shine, there are souls of white knives so to speak white nights”. “The rhyme wants them to be “white whores”. You think your heart is big or bigger than the Buckingham Palace ”. “The backing ham is queen-sized. Comparing with my heart it’s a hole grieving without the king. It’s much smaller than your cellar. My heart is a cozy princedom that’s called Strawberry Mousse in Pink. It has a heraldic flag”.”Does it have its own motto?” “The motto is Pretty”.” What color is it?” “Pink”.

 

 

 

 

 

“With him each beat was right and safe,

We muddled up reality and fiction,

You have to try it once before you die,

Or you will die a virgin,

Dying a virgin is a crime,

Whether you do,

Whether you don’t believe in evolution,

With him each sigh was real,

Too real to be true,

We could have been fictional lovers,

We could have been only addresses,

Printscreen, open the Paint, do Copy, Edit,

And anything would have come true”,

“How is it possible to stay lovers in fiction?”

“We proved it, didn’t we?

To call a snake a snake,

You are an anaconda,

You don’t give,

Only three minute joy and torture,

Who tries you once,

Will beg  for more,”

“Is it reality?”

“It is,

It’s an illegal one,

It’s everything that you’re attracted to,

The nobles possessed by dirty thoughts,

Decide to live like outlaws,

It’s rock n roll and classics fusion,

It’s an affair of the heart,

It’s sensitive and sensible,

It is reality and fiction,

Facts are confused to be believed,

Imagination is bemused,

Imagination has its wisdom,

Imagination has its order,

Any illusion has its place

And every nook is dear,

You can find any thought you need,

Facts are no more than prostitutes,

When they are paid in truth,

They do every mind and body,

Fantasies are prive,

Only with you and nobody,

With him each dream was real,

Too real to come true,

With him it was me versus everybody,

Somewhere and around mid-December,

I realized something was missing,

The real me versus the dreamy you”.

 

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Eighteen.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Eighteen.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Arrogance is your chain. When do you start rehearsals?””We never do sound checks”. “Because you are lazy, conceited and stoked”. “We perform on-the-scene. The past doesn’t own us. Do you know what happen to those who mind the past much? If you reflect on the past, one day it will poison the present. If you reflect too much, an asylum will be your house. I have one sacred rule I never violate. The person I am with never suspects my heart. I have a spacious heart.  Like yours and even bigger. An affair of my heart are looking at me, disbeliever”.

 

 

 

 “The method is copy and paste,

Of course, I know it,

A dator does his daily chores,

So that a kitchen doesn’t stink,

Not doing dishes is a vicious circle,

It’s a recycling process to be done,

Till dishes are cracked, chipped and badly broken,

They must be cleaned and used again”,

“What is this sound outdoors?”

“Your sweet talks touched and moved a pecker,

It’s an informer pecking at a tree,

Sparrows gather crumbs,

And bring them to a ragger,

Parrots are publishers of wood news magazines,

They make a living out of obsessions,

Curious birds do special things,

So that they print the typos of confusions,

Curious birds follow droppings too,

But not as we did it together,

They have the beaks that scent perfumes,

And fluffy bunnies being French groomed,

Nosy little beasts seek semen scented proofs,

It is the downside to owning a rabbit”,

“The hero of our romance could use an analogue,

  Looking crush test persuasive,

It might be a girlfriend,

A fiancé, a future wife or an escort,

One hug, one kiss in public place,

To get it documented,

He could have utilized commotion practice,

A Swedish family of mice has been destroying crop,

He could have made a typo,

Correcting his mistake,

Before it took dimensions of disaster,

Before it took dimensions of ljubov,

Because ‘may’ or ‘may not’ are not important,

A Swedish family presents no interest to me,

Reality and fiction are parallel,

Sooner or later,

They always meet each other,

Unless they fall in love,

It’s human and God like,

To make the most terrible mistakes,

It is inhuman,

Not to redeem an error,

He might have thought,

He was a god”,

“One second, Snail,

He ran into a goddess, sorry,

All oddnesses of rock n roll got started once,

Because pre-dators didn’t listen,

I always say,

Pre-dators never learn,

Do not write songs confusing goddesses and strippers,

 Nine times out of ten,

They are dressed up right to Hell teeth,

No star biography will teach you,

Do not confuse them with your songs,

You did,

Here we are,

Prepare mountains of tissues”.