hush brain, i’m trying to think

i think it is better to shoot the brain cuz the brain produces thoughts. the heart feels the pain but the brain inflicts it

i cannot remember what were my thoughts on the subject a few years ago 🤔
and i do not understand how come i do not remember

also, someone might use the heart but the brain is still useless to everyone

i m actually pondering whose fault is bigger – the mind cuz it thinks or the heart cuz it feels

ratio vs emotions
what fucks us up more

what fucks us better

ha! if the brain decides it deserves the punishment more than the heart, then it commits a suicide.

can a heart commit a suicide or it can only be killed?

ye i know i m playing with terminology: heart-the muscle and heart-the feeler

they need The body

euthanasia over the brain. the heart.



your guilt is useless to me

so you can just as well

be happy


Yes! Quit from all the shits that are making you naive and needy.
But…I might lose something/somebody valuable.
Redefine valuable?
Yes! Turn bitter Ness to better Ness.

Water. No smell. No taste. And takes the shape of a vessel you put it in. It cannot be held in hands for it slips through the fingers. Yet it makes a path through stones of a mountain.

Her shiny medals

Darko Domijan’s “Ulica jorgovana”

a scent on a pillow
a memory of non-rotten happiness
a promise that life is good
it’s been so long since she was there
how is it possible to still feel her in your nostrils

her front chambers are so sweet
so hard to resist them
you want, no, you need to know what is in the next chamber

she takes you by the hand
and leads you
this is her medal for being smart-ass
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E13 – Not your battle

Listen to Alisa’s “Sanja”:

Nemoj Sanja da se menjas –  Do not change Sanja
da se stidis lazi – do not be ashamed of lies
najlepsa si kakva jesi – you are the most beautiful the way you are
ne dozvoli da te iko kvari – do not allow anyone to taint you

She asked for some whores that are able to give pleasure in unusual ways.
“All whores can do that, sir, ugh, ma’am.”, said the Inn keeper.
“Not to me, not the thrill I seek for.”, she said as she put another bill in his hand. This was the language the Inn keeper loved and understood well. He offered her light dinner.
“Whore keeper will come soon.”
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