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]]> ~mimolek http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/7882099/ http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/7882099/ Mon, 13 Feb 2006 10:19:07 PST [link] ]]> ~mimolek http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/7799212/ http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/7799212/ Sat, 04 Feb 2006 11:59:51 PST ~mimolek http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/4024389/ http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/4024389/ Thu, 09 Dec 2004 04:21:56 PST [link] ]]> ~mimolek http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3921690/ http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3921690/ Fri, 26 Nov 2004 02:34:37 PST [link] ]]> ~mimolek http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3898520/ http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3898520/ Tue, 23 Nov 2004 04:27:53 PST [link] and i found this...
[link] ]]> ~mimolek http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3685493/ http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3685493/ Wed, 27 Oct 2004 10:17:55 PDT zostac potem oslepionym przez Slonce. I dlugo czekac na to, az swiat
wyplynie z bieli. Okazalo sie, ze noc byla o wiele ciekawsza.
Teraz wszystko jest kwadratowe. Niczego nie trzeba szukac. Wszystko
jest znalezione. Nie trzeba sie domyslac, dopowiadac, wyobrazac.
Ziemia jest ciemna jak kawa. Ziemia jest szorstka i mokra.
Ekierki wierca dziury w glowie. Linijki bija po rekach. Nie mozna sie
bac. Powietrze jest jak szpilka. Oddech jest jak motyl. ]]> ~mimolek http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3618287/ http://mimolek.deviantart.com/journal/3618287/ Mon, 18 Oct 2004 11:53:54 PDT anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all of these things are gone and i'm tired now.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
i'm pilling up some unread books under my bed and i really think i'll never read again.
no concentration, just a white disorder everywhere around me, you know i'm so tired now.
but don't worry i often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.
mochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.
monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.
sometimes i search an event or something to remember, but i've really got nothing in mind.
sometimes i open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets. there is a life out there.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.
anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all of these things are gone and i'm tired now. ]]> ~mimolek