Love of hate acts as an axis, procreate and pay your taxes

Start. I never do anything twice, but walk around in circles on winter Saturday afternoons. I am PacMan your captain, enjoy the ride to the Chocolate Factory. Don't forget to bring your own fireworks, lightning bulbs and let's make blowfish's explode. It's as easy as ABC or 123 or whatever. Press Shift+Windows to see the cocoon of a brand new day rising, bouncing forward dense like toy soldiers lined up to shoot the moon goodbye for tonight. I like eating tiny pixels, drinking naked colours in the backgrounds of our Calvinistic youths storming undressing milliseconds. In the big picture, you pop like popcorn on a Friday movie night with friends and pets and technologically manipulated dreams. What a splendid internal organic universe, you have evolved, time is on your side you fool.
So are you a banana or not?

am urcat pe Sion, si te-am gasit, erai cu parul in lacrimi corporatiile au murit in ele si de ele au ramas doar scheletii de fier si secundele cand ma cautai pe bicicleta cu valuri. pastrati linistea si nu calcati iarba.

fields of paper butterflies and wind in your hair
/unstuck
pinpoint a new location in your mind: Japanese garden in blossom
/teleport
soundrops in the enchanted valleys of Berlin
/return

the cascading laughs and pixelated dreams, continuously rebuild and forge your life into small daily snapshots of who you are.
the sand drops and the stillness of your highways are marching forward, like a present for you, ungrateful traveler into this unknown, mad tomorrow.
you only stop for seconds, and then race forward, unaware of the millions, undiscovered thoughts and people to be tamed.
just keep exploring

ar trebui sa fiu recunoscator, pentru starea de revolta continua, pentru cat de invers sunt toate. tot ce trebuie sa faci e sa stai pe loc. peste politici, glume proaste, branduri colorate aiurea de un advertiser beat si consumatori fara frane.

linia vocilor noastre urmeaza acelasi ritm, aceeasi directie, pentru ca am avut rabdare sa ne cunoastem, sa radem ca si cum nimeni nu era in jur. te-ai intors ca sa iti dai seama ca ai timp, si ca oricat de grav ar parea totul, fuga dispare, totul sta pe loc. raman doar vocile noastre dansand impreuna, in aceeasi directie, si acelasi timbru, si acelasi ritm.
cine naiba ii mai asculta pe cei care tipa?