Somedays, your thoughts just got jumbled .
The faithful spider gets trapped in the jam jar,
and the meaning of worlds come to crash
on the sharp reefs of the imaginary...
Whirlwind of shattered mirrors and broken gears
drifting in silent inner waters ...
There are dementia where the inspired treble
fade into the bitterness of a macchiato
that revolves around a non finito...
Midnight birds dropping their decaf masks
for the final stretch towards immortality
with a fatal taste of steroids...
I feel lost in a state of non hedonistic euphoria .
Drowned spirit into a lake of inconstancy...
What the point of making up reasons
that will rust away with the passing of seasons ?
I hurl my prose in the face of the mad muse .
Why didn't she make me a clean -handed serial killer ?
Or a rescuer of stray dogs ?
Life is only made of incoherences born in the amaro
of some entangled macchiato ....
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Cousin to expresso it is highly regarded by me as a social companion who like my women I like dark and bitter.
We have similar tastes in that regard !
Non-hedonistic euphoria. It’s when a person is in so much pain that the brain shuts down the agony and triggers a strange, cold ecstasy. It is the euphoria of falling, the rapture of the abyss.
The cold ecstasy of facing the abyss of the jam jar !
«...a dementia where the inspired high notes dissolve into the bitterness of a macchiato that revolves around a non finito...» 😉
...this inspired Ravel 's bolero !
Lorenz…this feels like an espresso-fueled nervous breakdown written with style. 🤣 The whole thing spirals beautifully between absurdity, exhaustion, philosophy, and dark humor. “Whirlwind of shattered mirrors and broken gears” is one heck of an image. Wild piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A noctural mental drit into a post-existentialist dimension...
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