NOTES FROM THE COUCH-lying on the sofa

babelogue

bostjanb — Fri, 26 Aug 2011 22:06:41 +0000

Those who have suffered understand suffering and thereby extend their hand

The storm that brings harmalso make fertile

Blessed is the grass and herband the tree of thorn and light

you and me

bostjanb — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 19:27:50 +0000

chameleon

bostjanb — Sun, 31 Jul 2011 18:22:09 +0000

white outside

bostjanb — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 09:18:55 +0000

Love will save you from the black night and the lightning and the ghost
Love will save you from your misery, then tie you to the bloody post
Love will save you from the hands that pull you down beneath the sea

Love will save you from the evil and the greed of ignorant men
And love will save you from the guilt you feel when you betray your only friend
Love will save you from yourself when you lose control

Love will save you when the ocean splits itself in two
Love will save you when the cold wind blows right through you
Love will save you when the poison eats the precious air

the circle of (l)if-(e)

bostjanb — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 10:14:22 +0000

like spinning plates

bostjanb — Sun, 17 Jul 2011 21:50:39 +0000

melissa was sick

bostjanb — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 16:34:32 +0000

atoms in space

bostjanb — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 13:04:12 +0000

“Body cells replace themselves every month.
Even at this very moment.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.”
—Haruki Murakami

the consolation of philosophy

bostjanb — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 09:06:01 +0000

to you this tale refers
who seek to lead your mind
into the upper day
for he who overcomes should
turn back his gaze
toward the tartarean cave
whatever excellence he takes with him
he loses when he looks bellow

no salvation, no forgivness

bostjanb — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 09:03:10 +0000

maggots in training

bostjanb — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 08:31:47 +0000

smoke rings on the riviera

bostjanb — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 16:15:15 +0000

christianity manufactures yesterdays killers

bostjanb — Thu, 26 May 2011 14:39:03 +0000

Brave Now World. Don’t ever believe what you read, especially if you are illiterate. Art will be the burning churches, burning beds, burning witches, burning bridges, burning Cadillacs, burning forests, burning flags, and the burning human remains that are the evidence of the burned books, filled with stories of our razor and rope burns.

But we will not be the ashes. We will not be cremated, we will cauterize our wounds. We never wanted our wings anyway.

We are more than the flightless creatures, that are always expected to rise from the bonfire. These are barbecues for trembling, idiot arsons who pretend to be America’s Vatican in whatever ‘ism’ is easiest to swallow. After the horrid blowing jobs, they expect us to fight against each other to obtain the security of willing slaves.

We do not walk among them. I am among no one.

Marilyn Manson

my green little friends

bostjanb — Sat, 21 May 2011 21:34:27 +0000

deep inside…

bostjanb — Sat, 07 May 2011 08:14:20 +0000