Дверь Первая: Белый Металл.

Всё началось с того, что Пик увидел дверь. Отличную металлическую дверь, строгую и неприступную, как раз в его вкусе.

Дверь находилась на его территории. Очень хорошо. Значит, дверь принадлежала ему. И не только формально: разглядывая безупречные засовы, Пик откуда-то знал, что для него они откроются. Ни для кого другого ( Read more... )

When the Cortex

Fell down the Vortex

It gave a snortex

(More a sigh of sortex):

“The strangest sportex!

So weirdly distortex!

It's not my fortex,

But where is the doortex?”.

There was no doortex

And so, in shortex,

The dazzled Cortex

Still roams the Vortex -

Or so it's reportex.

i be the Conductor

conducting

this funny electrical

magic

from here

to there

and back.

i be the Conductor

conducting

this fugal nonsensical

music

of the spheres,

of rocks

and doors.

i be the Conductor

checking

this flimsy unbreakable

summin' -

whether reality really

has its ticket to ride

or what.

i be

can

duh

Silly old fool, unruly Sun!

You turn your icy glare away,

Alack-a-day, you flee, the warmth has gone -

Leaving the world to darkness and me.

Am I to cry, to cower and to shake?

Silly old fool! The darkness is my shrine -

Unspoken lines and notions, now awake,

Flutter around, leaving me self-conscious.

Silly! So proud of your blinding light,

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Where there is Merryless, there has to be Z'ful. I started it back before the political madness when men were real men, women were real women and Z were real Z. Guess it's the gnomiki's humour, pouring this non-sense into the situation.



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Сколько бы волн ни разбилось
о холодные, вечные скалы -
Это ничто для бездонных,
тайных глубин океана.

Так и человек - океан
Духа, любви, сострадания;
Не будет разбит никогда
О холодные, вечные скалы.

Once Beetlebutt and Fern, two friends,

Went to a fairy ball;

And one was fancifully dressed,

The other, not at all.

Was Beetlebutt all silk and tweed,

And Fern forgot his sleeves;

Had Beetlebutt a pipe of reed,

Fern had a hat of leaves.

The fairy guard was keen in eyes,

He stopped them on the spot.

“The sight of you could sour pies,

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Patient Zero, I am Patient Zero

Infected with nothing

And spreading nothing.

Take my hand,

Hold my cup,

Listen to my words

Full of nought

Foolishly thingful

Feel nothing

As you are flipping

(And that's a symptom)

Through these very lines

With zero patience.

we're all of us shroomies, with a visible body and the real ess that's so much more...

You've changed so much -
And not at all;
The years grow on you like mushrooms -
Yet you're a happy shroomie in your own right

silver lines
golden shine

The seem above
The vast unseen below

still grow