Life

When greeted with ugly

dirty dishes

in the morning,

I want to blow 'em up,

but I all have is

an Fbomb. 

Tea.

     Whenever she found an embarrassing situation in her memory, she hummed, as if trying to shoo away the awkward feeling. It always worked.

Art by @aykutmaykut

Снизу туманом, сверху тучами
затяну себя, чтоб не мучаться
пережить весь кошмар этот, всё чудо
и запить благодарностью три соли пуда
в тишине.

Bowling Alley Island of Trash

     That island was once an epicenter of party galore among the rich & the rich. Some guy bought it and lived it out to the best of everyone's ideas, making it into a great big bowling alley. But they trashed it, you see. Now there's an island of trash just floating in the ocean. So Sarabee & I took a ferry to it, as a tour. Because that's all it's worth now - a gawking scene where a simple mortal wasn't allowed before, and a ferryman's fortune.

     "Did you notice that?" - perked up my brain. 

I could have really used you fifteen minutes ago, - I thought. It ignored me.
"That song didn't have an ending... it just faded away. Did you catch that?" And it covered me in a heavy quilt of nostalgia.