Archive for the ‘Guilt Trip’ Category

Мать, Mother & Child, Harry Roseland

Childhood lingers on …

Memories, obligations …

Guilt trip never ends.


(To be continued…)









Rus (Berezka-land)

In this time and place,

in the mist of morning tiredness,

as you dread the day ahead,

if you want to be honest,


as you drink your orange juice

and/or Earl Grey tea,

you don’t give a shit about some rainforest frog.

Life is…

dog eat dog.

(and fuck the façade

human misery trumps all!)