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koncept erogrotesek zastrzeżony. Wymyślony 21.4.10. i cały, cały mój.... (koncept. tak). erogroteska = miniatura erotyzująca z elementami groteski, które wkradają się wbrew moim najlepszym intencjom....

the idea of an erogrotesque is copyrighted (or might as well be). Thought it up today (21.4.10.), googled, and it's mine, my precioussss (idea. right). an erogrotesque = a more or less erotic drabble, with some 'grotesque' thrown in for a good measure - it keeps interfering, against my best efforts....

Gdyby ktoś nie zauważył, tłumaczenie jest dość swobodne.
If you didn't notice, the translations are... loose at best.

piątek, 25 marca 2011

I am an explorer -- now chilled to the bone
done nothing, yet feel like I've just run a marathone of
unending stairs. here we declare non-
declarational statuses of
bonuses. as fits the benefits, there are sours and sweets
and fits of freakouts, breakouts of
allergic shivers that to those in the
know spell no
like a language forgotten misbegotten mislaid
somewhere on the road I
try to relearn, reload, reclaim
the my-ness of it, the sweetness of mine, but
caffeinated exhaustion meets me with
cold fingers fisting into
stones of bones.
heaviness seeping through
nailing me down, down, down and then
I give up on myself for a little while
with a helpless smile, or that confused frown
paving the way there -- maybe, maybe
there's another day.

poniedziałek, 21 marca 2011

of shopping trips, or being tripped by shopping [intro to my life with M]

Instance one: he goes for black tea. He comes back with croissants and goat cheese. He forgets the tea.

Instance two was even better -

And then he comes back from an ordinary, run-of-the-mill morning [relatively speaking*] shopping trip for sausages and possibly croissants, brandishing:

Exhibit A: unknown object which, after investigation, turns out to be a pack of beans ["damn, I thought they were sweets!"]

Exhibit B: tooth-cringingly sweet chocolate pralines, which he insists on feeding me;

Exhibit C: oh wait, tooth-cringing title belongs to the baclava, feeding remains unchanged [sweets before breakfast! blasphemy!]

Exhibit D: an unknown fruit, which is possibly an avocado, because "it was just there". To my exasperated: "What am I supposed to do with it?" I heard:

- I don't know. Love it?

Well. Indeed.

*It was breakfast we were making. There were eggs and all. It was also 4:30. p. m.

sobota, 19 marca 2011


- D'you think there's a support group for stupidly smitten? Maybe we should sign up. :p

- Who cares?


wtorek, 8 marca 2011

freedom within possessive pronouns [?]. paradoxes for breakfast. sun, spring, smile, cliche, I don't care... :)