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Another Day Poetry: Beaty Fresh (special)

Well hello geezers! A new poetry slice but before a tiny prologue.

Recently I've stumbled upon the cutest musical morsel by my old comrade from uni, Demian Feriy, and this is what has inspired and fertilized my mind to create this poetry. Don't be shy and check out his other tracks on SoundCloud , enjoy the spring and eat a lot of oranges. Here we go:

Beaty Fresh

springy springs

and blooming strings

and all the things

I want to say,

stuck in a tray

since yesterday

right on my way

oh holy clowns,

my morning gown

and golden crown

I'm falling down

while feeding crows,

and crowds and crowds

upon my shroud

beating out bows

for spring to come,

a little drum,

cheers with a rum

and coke and buns

all on the board,

and clowns, and mort,

and zombie horde,

I can afford

myself a feast,

without priests

but our beasts

shall come from East

to live the spring,

and I will sing

and you will swing

around the ring

ding ding ding ding

Prosaic excerpt of the Sunday: The Train and The Deviant Allegories

The Train and The Deviant Allegories

Tired, sticky bodies. Yes bodies. Not people. This city has eaten all their humanity. They're judgemental. Everything about you is wrong. Especially the way you breathe. Three little piggies sitting in front of me, watching me falling. Whose house will I blow away first piggies? My fingers are long enough to do it with one hand. But I'm just cowardly typing and killing you on this little pixelated page. Ohmygod! Who’s that filthy smelly piggy? Is it you in the middle? I see you’re not even trying to hide the rest of your dinner that has stacked in that silly plump mouth of yours. Silly piggy. Look there is a black goose playing around. He has taken piggy’s place and he’s an arrogant stupid goose. You’re going to be cat food goose, - says one of piggies. But goose doesn't reply, he doesn't speak piggies’ language. Hello piggies! I got a place! Pretending here to be one of you. What does it look like? I bet you'd be happy to be skinned alive only to avoid seeing me sitting. Silly piggies. Even goose has checked me out, piggies. Silly you, goose. I'm going soon, piggies. But piggies do not understand me, they’re only underestimating me. But hey, my autograph is on all your bums. And it’s sundown. And it’s time for me to go.

I slap piggies’ bums and they are squeaking and hurrying towards the barn.

Another Day Poetry: Nowhere City

Nowhere City

I cannot live in this city any more, no.

Nothing is holding, nothing is pulling back at all,

Nothing is wishing me to stay a day,

But I keep looking for what to say.

The poisoned city with no cure,

Where everyone’s too adult, too mature,

The city with a hope for light,

But every citizen is blind.

They’re barging with their illnesses and pains,

And they don’t care if they don’t make a sense.

Heroic city with an ice-cold heart,

That’s falling into pieces with no chance to start,

A savage creature, last one of its type,

It’s giving up, it’s withering without fight.

And hateful empathy is growing very fast,

Or it’s just an offended child from the past?

Demanding an apology from everyone,

Who’s from the city or another town.

The city has corrupted guts and minds,

 And offered nothing in reply,

The city of contrasts, someone said,

But speaking true it means from worst to simply bad.

A word ‘majo’r’ means rich and wealthy,

(They don’t like keeping words too healthy),

But at the same time words mean everything for them,

Pronounce it loud and clearly all they can.

And then ignoring everything that breathes,

Is there still someone who doesn't want to leave?

To run away, escape, be rescued by the Red Cross army,

And let it burn in blue-blue flame, but now, without me.

The people are cursed by ‘indifference spell’,

And I cannot feel the way I felt,

Perhaps I’ll long one day for that,

That city and its people in their silly hats,

Perhaps I will forget it all,

The long hard way from hole to hole.

Friday Poetry

  Hard Poetry

they played enough

with my becoming

taught me to hate and be

tricky for nothing

and then slapped

on my back

and said go to work

and said to be meek

I froze,

and attempts grow

but they never know

what they've done

in their own hole

Please save me from

from the hustle and winds

until all of them are sleeping

and keep their thinkings

let us

forget the names

and never blame

with no a drop of the shame

they are all the same

lets put them in a flame

its only a game

not even main

simly insane

rain rain rain

lets put them in a flame

either way...       

                                    

(Aslanova K. indeed)

follow the dot.

by lera eklera

my new child. have fun

Modern cherrystone!

oh my god! this is not Modern Art! this is nonsense!!fucking piss! 
Recently, I went with my friend on one "very cool" exhibition. And here we go into one of rooms with exhibits, and what I see? On the wall is attached cherrystone!!! Can you imagine! Fucking cherrystone! And these idiots are even put lights to this cherrystone! This is not art! This is garbage! 
Hey! come to my home! I have gum on my wall! And Plasticine smile face! And that means that I'm a genius! 

But you know, perhaps the truth is that - What kind of modern world is the same and the modern art

Oh I'm so super cool and fashionable model

Allright! It's very old picture.

One of my friend photographer asked me and my friend to pose for him on camera. He did some collection. Something like "Nude With Tattoos"And everything turned out well and beautifully But!!!our faces ... yes, it's crap.i kno. But i think is even better than if we had show off something.Something in the style of "Oh I'm so super cool and fashionable model" piss off. Such absurdity and comic I like much more. it's close to me


oh yes and this song
awww i love it!

this your festival stupid piece of shit!

just now I came back of film festival "Molodist"
Today was a night of French short films
and I cannot say I'm happy, or (at least) surprised by what i saw.
The only nice thing - Kusturica has played in one of the films. and did his job perfectly well. other movies were terrible!Seriously!Disgusting construction films! (Yeah, now I understand what were talking my teachers, when they made comments, "It's not completed yet! There no point!")Where all critics?Where do they look? in general they don't look! And I even know why. They dont have time to watch everything. They simply are not able to watch all this crap.
In a world surplus of an experimental, absurd and inappropriate movies. And if more worse movie, then more accolades and awards. Paradox!The more movies appears - then less creative diversity. We are drowning in abundance. Issue of miles identical films interferes emergence of new trends. Excess of vulgarity, rubbish and nonsense strangles original work. And it's not art, it is utopia.

COMING SOON

 ALOHA ALOHA ALOHA

btw did you know what this word means in russian male name Alyosha (Alexey) whatever...

like this have been shooting my video, whose name is totally dependent on my english-speaking readers. I remind my request - dear friends, tell me please how to correctly and clearly heard the word, in english, which means the girls who are wearing delusional tracksuits, gold earrings and chains, and which makes high-tails of the hair. PS - I need word correctly sounding in the plural.Of course i understand that this is likely chav, but if a few girls, how right? chavs and chav girls? Yes, I'm looking to fucking stupid, but hell, help me!

Well, move on to the pics (backstage)

true ua chicks

  it mean - Bitch why you looking?

pose - classic, redneck style is called - Bird. Sit on a bird

 shoes, socks, make up and sweatpants-BEST what happened whit this girl on that day. 

I've tried!

REMEMBER! When you wear bad things, they are removed also bad

 MORE?

my old and good work

"stockings, paper bags and powder"

I don't know why, but exactly this work enjoys the greatest popularity. I was so green when filming this video. probably, I was able to put some depth there and part of me. Therefore this result.
Strange, but world still love this Pushkin sadness.
Anyway, you know, when I watch this video, I'm really sorry for the protagonist. I feel her sadness and suffering, and above all - I worry about, understand and feel. And knowing that it's my job I little proud of myself.
In a well-executed work you see not only work, you see author himself.
ooooh nostalgiaaaaa! i was a goood sweeeet sad giiiiirl, nananaaaaa
but i'm stiiiiiiiiil!!!!nanana
well, i gueeeeeess nanana
hm. yeah

ARE YOU READY?

yes i know, September has passed, but you know, the longer the wait, the better the result!!! Could it be today or tomorrow clip will slide and jumping and twist on your monitor.
And  little reminder)

Ells Art

Yeah! I am in!

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