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She accused me of being paranoid,

like it’s a character flaw.

Hah!

People make one paranoid.

People like her.

In time,

future and history,

you will see

paranoia,

an inevitable development,

a coping mechanism.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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And so, I withdraw.

However much it hurts me,

it hurts you way more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

If you look up you might see something,

perhaps even something wonderful.

But most people don’t look up,

they prefer to look down,

to stay, as they say,

in touch, “grounded”.

In the mud one doesn’t see

the reflection of lost opportunities.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In my piss

I smell asparagus.

It speaks of a certain kind of wellbeing.

… Elemental bliss.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Comrade Stalin was speaking to me,

through time and space,

poetic soul,

another voice,

saying:

let the cloud dweller be.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It’s not a conspiracy theory

if it seems real,

if you believe,

if you *feel*.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sleep.

Eat.

Sleep.

Shit.

Sleep.

Dream.

Sleep.

Think.

Sleep.

Stretch.

Sleep.

Write.

Perfect life.

Catlike.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Do not underestimate the power of revulsion,

Dear advertisers.

I am a better person, immediately, for seeing your shit,

I get up, turn the television off and walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

From Krasnodar,

she perceived the cold,

while others scoffed,

she dressed wisely.

Passage of time,

flowers wilt and die,

passage of time.

She would go to their funeral,

but she has something else (more interesting) on.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Okay, so our people broke into the ARPANET and, long story short, we now know that Ronald Reagan watched Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears several times so as to ‘better understand the Russian soul’.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Question is, did Reagan cry?”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat