lord of the mountain
dog chasing it’s own tail
has more of a value
sysiphus knew that
there’s no point of rest
hollow was fulfilled
doors shut
reality’s leaking time is gone
no more emerges on our way
from the beginning of world was he
(as far as he knows)
let us dance
the ballet of extinction
it awaits us in the valleys
let us dance
it’s nice
sexy sons (hypothesis)
handcuffed to the top of fate
delight the taste
i do hear the trumpet
not calling me
she couldn’t steel not possessed
and no, the right term is „i’m occupied“
worthy of fuck and stealing those breads
i’ve seen them children
heat the womb
for others to lay
there is joy and here is purpose
i must be loved
queen, give me your sugar
i bet you can’t hold the whip
say your part
say you’re living life
so rational
nice guys finish first
nice guys will finish first
it’s just a matter of time
the prevailing will prevail
the bank won’t keep a dime
and those who keep peace will be heirs
calculated optimism, boredom of attempts to
predicted plausibility leaves no doubt
leaves no value to the current
carry the one to the age of expectancy
additions of ones give us no profit
it’s irresistible in such a good manor
at least we won’t know the number of rounds
we still can keep some dignity
why to be satisfied
math is a harsh mistress
i want it happen now, but no
i won’t take a part
i won’t resist the blueprints
poor me
stochastic rule
there are no rhymes in popper’s universe
there is no poetry, just riddles
stochastic pattern encages the eyes
although it enables the vision
correlate the regression of thoughts
with what once was called transcendence
throw the hare on tortoise there
you’ll see the trend but not the distance
there is no sense in popper’s universe
there is no rest on adaptive meadows
stems hurt feet with predictability
soil burns with prediction
statement is underlined
conclusion done
you can’t be positive –
there’s to few of you
grudger
fundamental yet not realized
attempts to stay in middle
i pay them with bitterness
thus niceness is bitter
twice the pain of tit for tat
half of its effectivity
i’m a grudger
naive are the allies
distinction impossible
united we fall
bound to not betray each other
bastards don’t mind their itch
there’s always some to scrape them
i’m a grudger
no one rides my back
no one will misuse me
lonely i die
lonely i’ll cease to exist
i’m a grudger
vykuřme richardu dawkinsovi. hned. dřív nebo později to bude třeba.