Archive for the ‘*Fuck off!* I scream within myself…’ Category

Oblomov

I’m tired of the story, the constant indulgence, the character development, the self-righteous soul-baring, the family and friends, the prissy do-gooding, the cooking and lifestyle tips. They seem to think I give a shit (occasionally, I suppose I do). They seem to think that I will stay tuned for inordinate episodes in coming weeks, months and years, to learn how America’s sweetheart gets on in life. But, really, I’ve had my fill. Today, I unplug, unsubscribe, say sayonara, goodbye. … Go back to reading Oblomov.

tishe 1

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pissant (Formica rufa)

Pray about it!

Sure, OK,

but I resent my sacred prayers

being devoted to

pissants.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Drownings at Nantes (Noyades de Nantes) 2 (v2)

To use the immortal words of Yuri Gagarin

(or is it Albert Pierrepoint I’m thinking of?):

“Let’s go!” …

… Progress?

Tomorrow we might know.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Fetal Position 2

Quiet desperation?

Somewhat true,

my pain manifests quietly

on the outside,

like: I don’t want to talk,

as,

explaining pain

hurts some more again.

I sigh,

and walk away.

Inside though,

is a cacophony

of grotesque,

blasting noise,

on and on and on,

torturing,

deafening

and deadening

my soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Stressed & Depressed

Always some new expectation,

deadline, complication,

guilt-trip obligation,

pressure

(to put you under condemnation).

This is what you live for?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat