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Nyurnbergskaya Khronika_ Edit Sol'

Lies, damned lies, baloney and innuendo…

Regardless, shit sticks, as they say in the classics,

or is it just me, spinning my wheels.

… O’ futility!

(Is this my lot?)


(To be continued…)








Grave Stones

Suicide is not legitimate,

says the man in the ivory tower.

From a comfortable position,

he is free to think and philosophize.

He who doesn’t know true agony, pain,

hopelessness, futility,

screaming-in-my-head existential absurdity,

he is always quick to cast the first stone.


(To be continued…)








Plyaska Smerti 1

We survived the great trauma.

Apparently, that was our big mistake.


(To be continued…)








Tsar Bomba 2

Sometimes it is nice

to hear silence,

embrace nothingness.

I drink it in,

feeling refreshed,

until my moment is shattered,

as always it seems,

by some idiot person or dog,

exuberant in their self-importance,

existential in their offensive noise.


(To be continued…)