septuRnus 67th
Good morning, Yami! Suddenly your diary
is in english. Don't be afraid - it's only
another sign of widened consciousness. You thought that we
were aliens (since we're not on facebook), but now you've come to realize it's you
who are the real alien. Even in your old glasses you can't remember
when you first came to this town. However - if you were spirited away
from some faraway moon, we already know.
septuRnus 68th
Since you've lived before, we have many memories
to choose from. Soon it's time again, Yami, to discover
the first time when you looked at
this pussycat belonging to a lady you didn't know. And now
when you know her even from behind, it's impossible
to just grab those buttocks and make action. If you don't want us to read your every
feeling, then give us some other thoughts to write about.
septuRnus 69th
We are still waiting for the seventh samurai. Could it be you,
Yami? You're standing in the doorway of
your demons, with three stories in each hand,
so very incommensurable that you wish they rather were some monchichi monkeys who's now got moustasche and grown a little older. But the truth
is so big and wide-open
that it includes every point of view you run through it. That's why
there's always some third fruit when two figures are in fucking love with each other.