Implex @ Пиратская станция 21 марта 2008

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En tu casa o en la mía !!!!

Kosmos nas lyubit (The cosmos love us)
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See that red sphere on the horizon?
When it dies out. so will we,
And I’m not afraid.

We live as inane paintings
of an infantile creator
And so what if he decides to paint over us
In black to white and back again?

I longed for it
Truly.
I despaired.
The voice of reason held me down
But could not keep my mind together,
Couldn't give will to my words.
Yes, weakness.

But I longed for it.
Yes, so much
Even in the times where you found the strength
Of an elephant within a small fly,
I longed for it.
I lost my mind.

Flattening the cigarette filter,
Icicles, phalanxes.
We wait and breath
Poison.
Together.
Thoughts are bitches, surrender them.

See that red sphere on the horizon?
If not, Beethoven will fuck us with moon sonatas.
Remember how as children we dreamed of becoming cosmonauts,
Astronomers... I became the author
Of my own atrophy.

And I began to boil in depressed reflexes
It was stopped, like the most beautiful thing -
Contraception
Or letting it rot?

Life turned to practically nothing
Turmoil, immodesty
The world loses its warm romantic structure
Like a prostitute who offers for a price
The world where color is just wavelengths
To fill my eyes

Love is just a waltz of desire dancing in your putrid flesh
And when we behold the burnt lilies in our fields
We see endless water and grasp for a meaning

It's just the sky.
Just a star.
Just you and I....

Look
See that red sphere on the horizon?
When it dies out. so will we,
And I’m not afraid.

We live as inane paintings of an infantile creator
And so what if he decides to paint over us
In black to white and back again?

Torn clothes on the floor
Stitches ripped to the sound of a scream
You didn't want this?!
What did you want?
Thus the space creator forces open her legs
And begins to brutally fuck her.

Moaning reaches the other side of the universe
Vibrating shudders through the macro-cosmos
And a million degrees Celsius 
Among which
Among which...

Look
See that red sphere on the horizon
When it dies out. so will we,
And I’m not afraid.
We live as inane paintings of an infantile creator'
And so what if he decides to paint over us?

See that red sphere on the horizon
When it dies out. so will we,
And I’m not afraid.
We live as inane paintings of an infantile creator'
And so what if he decides to paint over us

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Implex @ Пиратская станция 21 марта 2008

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