Plagued bad dreams. I'm not sure what it means that not only I slept very little, but when I managed to drift away, I had these bizarre, unsettling dreams. Dream One I went to a party where I saw all my old childhood friends, now fully grown.¬†One of them, one of my closest friends in... Continue Reading →

Undertoy – 2

This is the second image of this series, now accompanied by poetry unencumbered by rules, and possibly direction. Not the straightforward language I love in Bukowski's works, but how can anyone expect clearheadedness from a tiny man who experiences the daily questions, the constant attention of a giantess who wants to know his every thought?... Continue Reading →

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