i am an agnostik now. for real.

update finally.

 

 

AND MEANWHILE WHOS TOO LAZY TO READ, NEW VISUAL SHIT IN "LUST"

 

 

Saturday,15^th September 2007,

17:05,

Sarajevo,

Bosnia

Dj.tiesto-dallas 4 a.m.

 

My 1000^th forced vacation this summer in Sarajevo, begins in the smoke wrapped time warp.

I came across my mother, with an utterly need to smoke lots of weed, and in a quite honest and charming way,said- “uve promised me some weed if I pass my exam, so I belive its understandable I want some of it now, that ive done my part of share.and I also think, it is much better if u buy me some, and I can smoke it in the peace and harmony of my own apartement, and enjoy life,working in photoshop,listening to music in a beautiful warm and late sunny summer day in bosnia, after somehow so long gone those typical gone late summer days here.”

And I have it , my dears.lots of weed was the beginning of my pleasant stay here.

Enjoy bosnia. enjoy lazyness. enjoy hedonism. I belive that should be the new commercial video for Bosnian turism.

Standing on the window of my kitchen,smoking a joint, while my mother sleeps,in this late and suny, still not gone summer day, I was watching  little

Guys playing basketball in the park.

They might be in their 12-14s age of life, and instead of thinking about their probably still unused penises,which would my religion tell me to do, I was thinking of going back to childhood.

As my gaze would dance on those perfect little sweaty bodies , I was thinking about how nice it would be a child again in that perfect late and sunny day.

My last night here was drowned in puschkins time warp redbull vodka,and suffocated in gallons of smoke of new Jamaican hit, as my friend snoop told me.

U couldn’t have picked up a better time to show up- he said.

I just got this great weed, this guy had a seed of some Jamaican weed.and he used to live in Amsterdam- probably thinking that I am thinking-what does that have to do with it.

So im smoking this Jamaican hit, and I still feel the time warp drink from last night.

Quite shoking how great it was, that I have decided to take a couple of bottles of it, with me back,to Vienna.

Hallelujah Sarajevo!

The bottle is great! –said my friend Snoop.

U can kill  a man with it! He smiled.

Indeed- I thought.

 

 

15^th.09.2007.

23 50

Cannot sleep.

Morphine- u look like rain

 

Sneaked out again out of huge bed with a cat on the top, to smoke another joint.

And it came in my mind,like one of those moments of salvation.

Moments worth of switching on ur computer again.

 

I wanna know what you gotta say

I can tell you taste like sky

Cause u look like rain

I think his intelligence is turning me on.

Since my thoughts are floating all around me, hanging on the smoke of mine.

But his silence is making me freeze.

In this easy comfortable night.

And a dream of perfect moments in the silenced light,embaressed by night. Not embraced.

The story that’s astonishingly confusing for me.

And the hours of water.

Of swallen tissue.

all the hits, and the kicks, all that the broken ribs and suffocated neck bring.

Cause you look like rain.

And months turned into unnecessary words, never found meanings,and forgotton dialogues, washed away with all above.

Minutes of perfect happiness, seconds of pure lust and salvation, dirty sex and perversion that make your mouth water on, all over ….

Moments of deep pressed fingers, almost cracked wide open ribcages, pulled out hair, licked vaginas, or sucked toes, long boney fingers bringing to nirvana.

What is it really?

Should it already be buried into everlasting silence and confussion?

And a urge for bit more attention, how low can one sink?

How deep can one go?

For what exactly?

Cause u look like rain.