Magician vs. Charmer

What a glorious start of a day - to find a headless dead bird in front of the house door, not to mention all the guts and feathers around the place. 

Ignoring the symbolic meaning of this spectacular view I take a step outside. I can immediately feel the rigorous wind warning me not to expect spring soon. Winter will not last forever -- stop taking a piss, dear. 

Nonetheless, it is not that I care. The warmth that I've been receiving and sharing keeps me far far away from reality these days. It shouldn't be interpreted as my daily life being totally oppressive though. It is just a power of society and existence of dreams that lead us to cheat on everyday tasks that we have to tick off. 

Facing reality is fun. I've tried and it works indeed.

At first you feel scared, especially if you get time to evaluate all the outcomes. Then you swallow all your possible emotions and pride. You try to find the right words for such pointless situation. Like talking to a kid about his Herculean labours and looking as serious as possible still hiding the smirk deep inside. Like an adult. 

At that very moment I understood most of the tricks that wise men use. I realized that I had been chiseled out at this point. Even though I was sure I figured out their set-ups.

But now I know, wise men do it just right. They make you think you are winning without recognizing that it's only a lie portraying in your own petty world. And that's how the magic works. 

Dark Side - Zef Side?

I just  love getting all I want without any effort. Just like breakfast served in my bed every morning. 

Order confirmed. Here I am. Die Antwoord. June. Brixton Academy.

Lord, keep me safe from freaks. Don't let me become one of them. 

Balloons Filled the Room.

The chain of events that followed after became some kind of ambiguous agreements between them. Obvious for strangers around me and oblivious for the loved ones. You could feel as you were caged in but at the same time safe enough from unnecessary influences and severe thoughts. And we didn't need anything else. As less were more at that very moment.

 It sounds foolish, but secretly we were begging those fictitious gods and goddess to isolate us from time. Clocks that were striking every quarter made us feel rather dizzy and fearful. 

 We never confessed that to each other but we both knew. It was our overt secret. One of many secrets that we had in the flat of our hands yet disgracefully kept them back.

And only time knew how long it was going to last. 

Monsters Show up at Night.

The meeting wasn't anyhow special. No one would ever remember it. Including myself. Fountains of alcohol, shrill sounds coming from speakers and the blend of mismatching colours in the background of smelly smoke tail.
However, it was that moment when the day and night met. Literally.
That scarce moment which lasts only a minute or so. Consequently, you have to be quick and sober enough to evaluate the desire behind, to weigh your karma balance and, of course, to ask your destiny 'how are you going to surprise me this time?'. Ironically, one does rarely have time and concern about this. One would simply say -- just follow the flow.
I didn't. I do not trust people. 'Lack of self-confidence', you would say. I would rather call it self-esteem. You know, I can make the flow follow me. I am the flow.
So I left those obscure lines behind. It was the allusion that had to be seen and followed only by those who were able to read between the lines. And one did. One was seduced by the desire to solve the riddle.