Fuck the system & Fuck society
I'm way too fucked up on drugs,
but I can't stand sobriety

Nature is the only sanctuary
Peace of mind 
where my old soul actually
rests in pieces
six feet under
on the ground
barefoot standin' is
the new way of the underground

I'd fly free as a beautiful butterfly
but I'm really just a worm
I'm getting horny only for
Earthporn
Locked up in this human body is
outline of life form

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"Akartam írni, hogy "Parts of you are not yours" – this part is art.  Ez a te (p)ar(t)s poetica-d. Zseniális." - Sniffany 

 

Ahol a magyar származás az irodalmi angollal találkozik a kortárs káosz alkotás teremtő erejével. Az a multilinguális nyelvhasználati szint, ahová még Sniffany-nak is fejlődnie kell. Ez itt a bakELIT art-cult, only for the occult <3

....a többieknek ez már túl bonyolult.

 

Love letters to Beloved Cities – Pt. 1

-

As soon as I’d arrived to meet you for the first time, I’d left you almost immediately.

Parts of you are not yours, but independent elements bound to your proximity.

I had not even gotten to know you, whereupon I’d realized, suddenly:

I’d never even known me.

Just like that, I was thrust, inadvertently, into a whirlwind of proclivity.

-

Two-thirds of the year you are cruel; battering me with inequity.

That latter third though. Heh,

I became ensnared by magical prophecy.

With no chance for respite or recourse, I resolved never to resign myself to destiny.

“Rather than submit to thy dominance, I choose oblivion!”

You are so near, and yet still: so far away.

-

What then, I wonder, draws me back to you,

Again and again,

Interminably?

Is it your calm assertiveness? A kind of minimalist, orderly beauty?

Or is it the wildness hidden underneath your skin,

Not even a veneer, simply: translucency?

That peculiar way you have civilized your noble savagery?

-

You are so near, and yet still: so far away.

And vast distances are difficult to traverse, with many a danger

Along the way.

But in your stead, I wouldn’t be surprised, should I suddenly

Appear again and again, having made my foray.

Until such time, do me a favour and never change, ma chérie.

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Samhain, Samhain
Hex him
Put him in a jar
The veil is so thin
Pure desire and sin
Deep under my skin
I feel you, I feel you
Hex him
Sex him
And put him in a jar
It's an eternal war
None of us wins
All of our sins
are crawled in
a cursed pumpkin
Hex him, hex him
Put him in a jar
This went way too far

 

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