Man on wire
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After applause
There is an end
No conclusion is presented
Blame with Shame are put on those
Without protection
Stupid skulls will always be cruel
And
Without hesitation they will punish you
Of course
After applause
There is an end
No conclusion is presented
Blame with Shame are put on those
Without protection
Stupid skulls will always be cruel
And
Without hesitation they will punish you
Of course
After applause
December 8, 2025 at 1:55 AM
After applause
There is an end
No conclusion is presented
Blame with Shame are put on those
Without protection
Stupid skulls will always be cruel
And
Without hesitation they will punish you
Of course
After applause
There is an end
No conclusion is presented
Blame with Shame are put on those
Without protection
Stupid skulls will always be cruel
And
Without hesitation they will punish you
Of course
After applause
Finally it's a start up
Blend in feelings of old rules
Frozen arctic and endless suffering
To build something
And
Lost own dignity over stupid orders and laws
Criminal judgements
The wars are never done
Blend in feelings of old rules
Frozen arctic and endless suffering
To build something
And
Lost own dignity over stupid orders and laws
Criminal judgements
The wars are never done
December 7, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Finally it's a start up
Blend in feelings of old rules
Frozen arctic and endless suffering
To build something
And
Lost own dignity over stupid orders and laws
Criminal judgements
The wars are never done
Blend in feelings of old rules
Frozen arctic and endless suffering
To build something
And
Lost own dignity over stupid orders and laws
Criminal judgements
The wars are never done
First black moon
Then
White sun
On the horizon of applause
Silent dawn
All senses in one view
Wooden skies and clay path
In
Winter forest lost with horse
The coming storm is fading behind night
Then
White sun
On the horizon of applause
Silent dawn
All senses in one view
Wooden skies and clay path
In
Winter forest lost with horse
The coming storm is fading behind night
December 7, 2025 at 5:39 PM
First black moon
Then
White sun
On the horizon of applause
Silent dawn
All senses in one view
Wooden skies and clay path
In
Winter forest lost with horse
The coming storm is fading behind night
Then
White sun
On the horizon of applause
Silent dawn
All senses in one view
Wooden skies and clay path
In
Winter forest lost with horse
The coming storm is fading behind night
Instability of falling evil
In a circle of gulags
We remember those who were tortured
And
Build white sea Baltic canal
With
Bare hands and children and mothers
Were raped
On
Order of death man in dirty wellies
In a circle of gulags
We remember those who were tortured
And
Build white sea Baltic canal
With
Bare hands and children and mothers
Were raped
On
Order of death man in dirty wellies
December 7, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Instability of falling evil
In a circle of gulags
We remember those who were tortured
And
Build white sea Baltic canal
With
Bare hands and children and mothers
Were raped
On
Order of death man in dirty wellies
In a circle of gulags
We remember those who were tortured
And
Build white sea Baltic canal
With
Bare hands and children and mothers
Were raped
On
Order of death man in dirty wellies
Harpoon - rope - steak on hook
Resurrection
Cutting deep across cross bones
Pink sacrifice
An empty plate resembles our stomach
Resurrection
Cutting deep across cross bones
Pink sacrifice
An empty plate resembles our stomach
December 7, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Harpoon - rope - steak on hook
Resurrection
Cutting deep across cross bones
Pink sacrifice
An empty plate resembles our stomach
Resurrection
Cutting deep across cross bones
Pink sacrifice
An empty plate resembles our stomach
Under ice water
In
Winter natural pool at Nordic fjord
The swimmer is making a sound of boiling blood
The symbolism is in changing style
Toothless fish
Structured knowledge is failing over arms
In
Winter natural pool at Nordic fjord
The swimmer is making a sound of boiling blood
The symbolism is in changing style
Toothless fish
Structured knowledge is failing over arms
December 7, 2025 at 12:29 PM
Under ice water
In
Winter natural pool at Nordic fjord
The swimmer is making a sound of boiling blood
The symbolism is in changing style
Toothless fish
Structured knowledge is failing over arms
In
Winter natural pool at Nordic fjord
The swimmer is making a sound of boiling blood
The symbolism is in changing style
Toothless fish
Structured knowledge is failing over arms
In lifeless city
Suddenly grey boredom starts withering
No resources
Can be found
Constant rain
With
Constant dark
Sun is dying in front of us
But
We are not burning
All will return into the original place
You and me , this city of silent trees
Suddenly grey boredom starts withering
No resources
Can be found
Constant rain
With
Constant dark
Sun is dying in front of us
But
We are not burning
All will return into the original place
You and me , this city of silent trees
December 7, 2025 at 11:29 AM
In lifeless city
Suddenly grey boredom starts withering
No resources
Can be found
Constant rain
With
Constant dark
Sun is dying in front of us
But
We are not burning
All will return into the original place
You and me , this city of silent trees
Suddenly grey boredom starts withering
No resources
Can be found
Constant rain
With
Constant dark
Sun is dying in front of us
But
We are not burning
All will return into the original place
You and me , this city of silent trees
Just like a little child
She said
Self absorb and always think just about him self
No hard feelings here
I closed my eyes and saw this scene seven hundred times
Just like a little child
She said
Self absorb and always think just about him self
No hard feelings here
I closed my eyes and saw this scene seven hundred times
Just like a little child
December 7, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Just like a little child
She said
Self absorb and always think just about him self
No hard feelings here
I closed my eyes and saw this scene seven hundred times
Just like a little child
She said
Self absorb and always think just about him self
No hard feelings here
I closed my eyes and saw this scene seven hundred times
Just like a little child
Gulag technology
December 6, 2025 at 9:28 PM
Gulag technology
In the sphere of the fish mind
I am floating empty lie
Dark waves with storms of late stars
At glass cage
I am breathing I am feeling
Smooth approach for my end
I am floating empty lie
Dark waves with storms of late stars
At glass cage
I am breathing I am feeling
Smooth approach for my end
December 6, 2025 at 9:28 PM
In the sphere of the fish mind
I am floating empty lie
Dark waves with storms of late stars
At glass cage
I am breathing I am feeling
Smooth approach for my end
I am floating empty lie
Dark waves with storms of late stars
At glass cage
I am breathing I am feeling
Smooth approach for my end
Ambience in silent face
Frozen fragile moment
Nobody can breath
Landscape is blurry like expressional painting
Sound is spreading like radioactive particles
At our inner cells we are already dying
Ambience in silent face
Frozen fragile moment
Nobody can breath
Landscape is blurry like expressional painting
Sound is spreading like radioactive particles
At our inner cells we are already dying
Ambience in silent face
December 6, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Ambience in silent face
Frozen fragile moment
Nobody can breath
Landscape is blurry like expressional painting
Sound is spreading like radioactive particles
At our inner cells we are already dying
Ambience in silent face
Frozen fragile moment
Nobody can breath
Landscape is blurry like expressional painting
Sound is spreading like radioactive particles
At our inner cells we are already dying
Ambience in silent face
Cross - path
Trees hazelnuts
The flies of meat
Sound of bare feet
On each hot wet stone
Changing form
Bleeding just symbolically not literary
Toothless constructs
Demolishing vanishing rain waves
Trick is not to fall
This reality has no meaning
Cross - path
Trees hazelnuts
The flies of meat
Sound of bare feet
On each hot wet stone
Changing form
Bleeding just symbolically not literary
Toothless constructs
Demolishing vanishing rain waves
Trick is not to fall
This reality has no meaning
Cross - path
December 6, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Cross - path
Trees hazelnuts
The flies of meat
Sound of bare feet
On each hot wet stone
Changing form
Bleeding just symbolically not literary
Toothless constructs
Demolishing vanishing rain waves
Trick is not to fall
This reality has no meaning
Cross - path
Trees hazelnuts
The flies of meat
Sound of bare feet
On each hot wet stone
Changing form
Bleeding just symbolically not literary
Toothless constructs
Demolishing vanishing rain waves
Trick is not to fall
This reality has no meaning
Cross - path
Fornutate - dole
In
Symphonic repetitive choir
Intimacy of man
Who is unaware of your own subjections
The freedom - the rejection
Voccubary of surrealistic junkie
Have - had - has - were - purpose
To amuse and to refuse arithmetic table
True is numberless
In
Symphonic repetitive choir
Intimacy of man
Who is unaware of your own subjections
The freedom - the rejection
Voccubary of surrealistic junkie
Have - had - has - were - purpose
To amuse and to refuse arithmetic table
True is numberless
December 6, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Fornutate - dole
In
Symphonic repetitive choir
Intimacy of man
Who is unaware of your own subjections
The freedom - the rejection
Voccubary of surrealistic junkie
Have - had - has - were - purpose
To amuse and to refuse arithmetic table
True is numberless
In
Symphonic repetitive choir
Intimacy of man
Who is unaware of your own subjections
The freedom - the rejection
Voccubary of surrealistic junkie
Have - had - has - were - purpose
To amuse and to refuse arithmetic table
True is numberless
Personal introduction into unfamiliar
Creation
No need to explain why or where
This is just greasy wind on dry bread
The fire is up down in the hole
Almost naked when you bend over the dirty floor
Attractive and adorable like spring
Creation
No need to explain why or where
This is just greasy wind on dry bread
The fire is up down in the hole
Almost naked when you bend over the dirty floor
Attractive and adorable like spring
December 6, 2025 at 10:37 AM
Personal introduction into unfamiliar
Creation
No need to explain why or where
This is just greasy wind on dry bread
The fire is up down in the hole
Almost naked when you bend over the dirty floor
Attractive and adorable like spring
Creation
No need to explain why or where
This is just greasy wind on dry bread
The fire is up down in the hole
Almost naked when you bend over the dirty floor
Attractive and adorable like spring