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  • lord of the mountain
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  • stochastic rule
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  • nice guys finish first
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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

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