. Inanity --------------------------------------------------------------- © Copyright Email: omalakhov@acceur.com Date: 18 Jul 2003 --------------------------------------------------------------- , , . , - , . , , , , "". , , - .  * I *  Loveful-loveless , , , , , , - , , , , , , , . . . , , , , , , , . , . , : , , , , , , , . . , , . . , , . , , , , , , -- ... . , , . -- . - . , , , . , , , , , , , , , , . , , . , . , , . . , , . . -- . , -- , . , , , . , . , , , . . . , , , . .. , , , . , . *** , , , , , , , , , , : , , , , , . , , . , , , , , . , , , ; , , , . , , , , , . , , . . , , , , , . , , , , , . -- . , , . , , , , . , , , . , , . , , , , , , , . , , . , , , , . " , ". , . , , . , . , . . , , . . , . , ... , ? ? . .. . . . . . . .... -. . . . , . . . ? . "Je t'aime" . . . . . . . , . . . . . , . . , , , , , . . . . , , . . , , , . , , , , , , . . , . - , , : ? -- , , . , . . , , , , , , , . . , . , , . , . . . , . , , , , , , . . , , . , . . . , . , , , , , , , , , . . . . . . . . . . . , . . , , . , . . . , , , , , , . - , - . . , , . , , . , , . , , , , . , , . , , . You're fashion. The sentiment of latter Devonian void of time covering my eyes with pure grace. I feel your gasoline in veins burning of being helpless, do greatest testimony, minor mine ... my infection. , . , , - . , , , , . . , , , . . . , , . , , - . , . . , , . . , . , . . Detruding hormones from inside they used to imagine stories of unknown smiles and very polite coworkers had in mind they were more than friends. Losing patience Pier got older and Agnes smoked too much in rooms unventilated. I dreamt how I unveiled their secret infatuations. I'd love to masturbate seeing Agnes and Pier together, how they speak to each other cherishing. No. Suddenly I make rather wrong supposition. Relieve me. Give me life. ( , . . , . , , , , , .) ... , , . -, , , . . , . . , , - . , , , , , , . , , , , , , , . , , . , , , . , , . , , , , , , , . , , , , . , , , , . , . , . ; , , , , -. , , , , . , , , , , , . , , , , , , . , , , , . , , . Tower. . , , . , , , , . -- , . . , , , , , , , , . . , , . , , , . , , , , , , . VIP-. , . . . -- . . , . inanity. .... ...... ... .. , , , . , . , , . , , , , , , , , . , , , . , , . , , . . , , . , . , : , , . , , , , , , , , , . , , , . , , " ", , . , , , , , . . , , . , , , , . - , , -, , () . , . . , , , - . Come to my sweet melody. , . , , . She desired to hurt somebody with a whisper, I heard it all the time wherever she walked and whenever she broke any silent moment. , , . Though he believed in Anstie's test. And friends had been laughing at his worries. Playing tricks and trying to invent some stupid fearful story of green wine victims. Difficult to remember his hands and genius fingers. , . , . , . , , . . I got in love being disposed in space ... testless. Rays of X penetrated my body, my eyes like Ghetto riots. Best friends of them are reckless in making acquaintances with Ray, it was our punishment. We only remember his gloves. Bloody in galore. Oh!! Does we all. And you are all overall loveralls. Wind! Punch me once with a blow. Steal my disharmonic gaze in the scissors of moonlight. I'll be lying in your hands in your bed being fed with stories of your sorrowful wanderings and strange enlevements of wanted gorgeous ladies. And their flavours. You'll cover me inside. But what happens with my bodies... No Indian wisdom is here to spread an explanation. And did I lose her or starting to lose. Her name is Clementine. Or she is crashed and blasted with unpredictable storms coming from islands with no shore. And nameless gone. Forgetting who it is. Making sense of nonsense. , . . . . , . , . . , . , . , , , . . , . , ; . , , - , . Lost in inanity of forgettable silence when no one's supposed to feel sense. Inside of groups of lost forever in again and again. Unreal and wild with strange wine making eyes insane. Pretty masculine-feminine inanity was the first lecture delivered by Maria's husband. , -- , . -- , , , . , , , , , , , ; . They seemed to be preoccupied. I left the room. , , , , . , , . What's the problem..... Density of destiny in gracious living was all what I wished to recreate. Though helplessly in arms of Agnes / in gladly looking insinuations of Clementine walking through my summer-time to be OK I appear. Greetings during happy hours and feeling happy. And dear, do not judge a book by its cover. So sorry, baby, leaving you down on the front views of the unique stairways and do love you. When signs are upper in space of Woodstock festivals we send our hands to our eyes and falling into ants' being under the sunniest sounds and no memory shall show how it was and we'll see nothing (even dreaming). . . Ocean dry. Ocean waits. In mists. Lowering snow. Ocean tries. Insomniacs are leaning to waves. Water cycles. . . , . . . . , . ....... . , , , , . . .. . . . . , . . , , . . -- . , , , . . , , . Crave for me. I'm happy! Forget me. I'm gloomy. Like in a child saying. Like playing your kid with passionate desire to sleep in your ionic bed. Blissful. The lazy moon is blowing me away. , , , , , . , , . . , , . . . , , , -. ... , . , , , , , . . . I declared my name for everyone in the clinic. The PhD freaks started to touch my fresh hair. And smelt my breath. Memories of their students found reflection in my gazing through hallways and kea corridors with secret cabinets where no one could stop my DNA arrest. , , , . - . . , , , . , . , . . . . . , , , , . , , , , , , , , , . , ", ", , , ; . . . , . - , - , . . . . . . . . , , . , , . -- . . -- , , , , . , . . , , .. . -- . -- . -- , . . , . , , , . . . IV , . , , -, , , , , , , . , , , , . , , , , . , , , . , , , , , , , , . . , , . . . , , . , , , , , , , -, -, ; , , , , , , , . , , - . , . . , , , . , - - . - . . , . . , , , - . , , , , , , , , . , , . , , ? , . , , , - . , , , , , , . , , . . , , . ....... : - , , , , , , , , . , , . - , , ,