Εν μπορω να αποφασισω τι με αηδιαζει περισσοτερο σημερα

Η αυγατιλα που τα μπραντσαδικα η τα τζιερατα πας τα SUV των θαμώνων

Among the never-ending corridors of my blog you will find scattered among them several mementoes of beautiful women; I stumble upon them in those rare occassions when the need arises to look in the archives. 

Like the frescoes in ruined medieval churches and mansions, any images have long ago vanished leaving instead faint outlines barely drawing a shape out of the background; I can never hope to remember the eyes of one or the smile of another no matter how carefully I had once weaved the words around them, believing, as all fools do, that desire can weather the winds of time

I have a thing for coloured electronic lights, especially those LED ones they have on sound consoles. When I’m at the bar I aim to sit as closely as possible to the DJ booth so that I can take all of them in.

It appears that I have unknowingly adapted myself into a being that can draw comfort out of the surrounding electronic flora by some form of communion, taking place at the lowest layer of existence where consciousness is little more than floating patterns; perhaps that is how synthetics will feel tranquility in the far future, the sound of rustling leaves or the scent of jasmin as invisible to them as radio waves are to us.

The cat test

So you begin talking about someone then a fluffy cat comes along and you start petting it and after a while you forget what you were talking about because the cat is really really cute

Whoever that someome you were talking about was he or she clearly failed the test.