ours, serfdom imperious (LIFTL) NEW VIDEO!

A small symbolic video by Karina Azlanova about the life of serfs and the instagraming of bourgeois ham. We wish you a pleasant browsing and light work in the fields! LIFTL

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Friday Poetry: round bed of rain and flowers

don't look behind

don't sleep whole night

she'll never notice

she is blind

don't close your eyes

don't listen to those guys

they'll never tell you

what you want to know

and if you want the reason

why season goes by season

the answer everywhere

where's you would like to dare

to know the sense

inside my chest your hands

that something what is keeping

my old fence

for you to grow

the rose that blooming in your soul

for everyone who needs a bit of salt

and if you need a proof

i'll save it on your roof

i'll stay a while to meet my dear

without doubt's and with no fear

The Gringo

 

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Saturday Poetry (late friday)

 

White Dwarf

 We are all here temporary

 And a cup of yours is for a matter of time

 Until you break it

 And all of this imperfect

 And the bones easily break

 Just like a cup

 Indestructible - perfect

Parasitical array

Nefarious reproduction

In the pursuit of lasting

False observation

 

Both past and future

(The second will also not prolong forever)

From order to disorder

Unconscionably, relentlessly

Stop - the red dot.

There must be something endless

Some kind of the abstract

Fantastic and elastic

For a happy ending, At least

Perhaps this little" something"

Somewhere inside the depths?

Inside of that what easily

What easily can break

Perhaps it’s sugar, milk, or honey pot

Or lemon, or that bloody sweetener

Although the fluid is too hot

Too hot to make it infinite

Your something’s immaterial

It’s independent, blatantly existing,

Beyond the words and stroking

The answer infantile and dreamily unacceptable, misplaced.

 

Why do you want to last so long?

Why do you give a shit what happens after all?

Just drink from the cup of yours,

With pleasure, surely slurping

Until it breaks apart, until it’s gone, while it is full, while it is yours.

 

 

(Azlanova indeed)