Accordeur de clavecins professionel
Harpsichord professional adjuster
Bulimic autodidact with bad digestion
My opinions are very left
But I discuss sensibly
Except for fascists
I rant about things
I love art and will inflict a lot of it on you
I practice willfull kindfullness to cure my narcissism
Hello
Everything was black and white
With only one color dead
Peter Gabriel
Biko
Everything was black and white
With only one color dead
Peter Gabriel
Biko
There is always,since I say so
Since I affirm it
At the end of grief
An open window
A lighted window
There is always a dream that is watching
Desire to fill
Hunger to satisfy
A generous heart
An offered hand
Attentive eyes
A life: a life we can share
By Paul Eluard
There is always,since I say so
Since I affirm it
At the end of grief
An open window
A lighted window
There is always a dream that is watching
Desire to fill
Hunger to satisfy
A generous heart
An offered hand
Attentive eyes
A life: a life we can share
By Paul Eluard
Back home from hospital
November 28
2025
Back home from hospital
November 28
2025
After the first missile,survivors were clinging to the wreck
He ordered a second strike
This is murder
I know the zone is flooded with shit
But this should be remembered and punished
After the first missile,survivors were clinging to the wreck
He ordered a second strike
This is murder
I know the zone is flooded with shit
But this should be remembered and punished
JD Vance will be President soon
JD Vance will be President soon
It is sorrow resting
Thus one must not wake it
It is sorrow resting
Thus one must not wake it
Very tired
He must rest
Time to embark on the ship of dreams and make of its sails wings of wild flight
Dream furiously
Very tired
He must rest
Time to embark on the ship of dreams and make of its sails wings of wild flight
Dream furiously
About mother,in mornings
Cooking breakfast
Wearing sunglasses,long sleeved Shirts
To hide where Dad beat her
Her pretending nothing was wrong
Me trying not to ask,
The silence
This scary silence
That scarred me like hot iron
Still waking up
Hating silence
Hating violence
About mother,in mornings
Cooking breakfast
Wearing sunglasses,long sleeved Shirts
To hide where Dad beat her
Her pretending nothing was wrong
Me trying not to ask,
The silence
This scary silence
That scarred me like hot iron
Still waking up
Hating silence
Hating violence
A sweet bespectacled kid who loved books
Was kicked out of the farm at 13
By grandpa
" old enough to earn a living"
Instead of school
Worked a thousand jobs
Became
Hard,bitter,violent,alcoholic
I wish I met that kid
Who I ressemble so much
Instead of the monster I did
Yet still loved
A sweet bespectacled kid who loved books
Was kicked out of the farm at 13
By grandpa
" old enough to earn a living"
Instead of school
Worked a thousand jobs
Became
Hard,bitter,violent,alcoholic
I wish I met that kid
Who I ressemble so much
Instead of the monster I did
Yet still loved