Shinigami

He saw a field of flowers spreading its arms for him. His senses sharpened. He heard a dim voice. It has been like an eternity since the last time that warm voice reached his ears, it has been glowing in his head for a long time, though. He saw the light of a smile, almost the sole one that has been ringing in his head day in and day out and "Thou art Deceazed Fella"! The very moment these words touched his mind "Would that mean?", he thought. An explosion hit his heart, the instinct was violently triggered. Joice and delight it was.

Yage

Hello there!

It's been a while since the last time I wrote on these pages. Well, come to think about it, it's not uncommon. Is it? After all I'm not haunted with gloomy ideas. Not all the time anyways! Otherwise, I'd have hanged myself a long ago.

Infusion

He can barely find something to talk about. It's amazing how people are always having to say something all the time.

I was thinking that whenever something happens to be good enough to inspire him, he only has to write down whatever thoughts he has in mind at that very moment. It's quite easy, isn't it?

Obluda, která nemá své jméno

Today, I'm going to tell some random story taken from the fictional Czech picture book The Monster Without A Name.

This story can be found anywhere on the Internet and it goes like this:

E Pur Si Muove

My life is a Tunisian television series: too short, too linear, too predictable.
'Tis another chapter of the perpetual clash between evil and good upon its end could not be missed the unavoidable glorious happy finale.

The Heart Dimension

'Tis the unpredictable awaited time..
My time to dive into my collateral reality..
My reality is a rigorous one full of suspicion and emotions..
'Tis in an awful contrast with this world, the most common one..
I lost lust for that world..

Astral Projection

How could my presence here, now with these folks be justified?
How could my deeds be explained? What are these foolish words coming out of my mouth?
'Tis not supposed to be me, is it?
Whose image is that on the pier glass? Is it mine?
Who am I before all else?
Who art thou young man?
Art thou me or barely a mere physical recipient?
For how long are we destined to be tied by our bondage?

Eulogy

Hello, I introduce myself.

I am a normal and very simple guy, someone you cross in the streets in your way home after a long day, without even noticing him. An unnoticeable fellow I am, with some insane thoughts from time to time, the kind of thoughts I am going to put in this morgue.

Goodbye Cruel World

Well this is my first attempt so I'll try to do my best.