[scie]

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic
... and so am I!

Bob Wiley in "What about Bob?"



- I have no idea about this thing. But don’t forget there are signs pretending to be meaningful, being senseless indeed, like troo-thoo-thoo or tra-tha-tha… - So horrible is to kill a human to say “tra-tha-tha”. -So horrible is to kill a human to say “I do believe in single god” also.
He knows due to my pauses and in spite of my pauses, i’ve missed this “also” firstly.
- Ohh… so we are in such place god gave up. - Have you seen many places where god would feel cosily?
He and me are sitting in the narrow board located carefully put up on the top of sandy hill. Folded the wrists on my knees i’m hanging my head. Drops of august rain appear in the neck and shoulders intersected by dark blue strips of the sun-dress. Smell of wormwood is perfectly saturated up to not even noticeable but almost unavoidable bitter taste of the air – i’m trying to forget every inhale turns into poison for me once a year and than give up.
- So nice the world is and so disgusting labyrinths are. – So nice the world would be if there was the rule of orientation in labyrinths.
The steam flows calmly and winding through the sand, clay and coal. The wood-made bridge staggers threatfully hitting against his own outcast supporting columns. Feeling one’s fidgeting on my right i’m moving to keep a dynamic equilibrium.
- I fell asleep in the most godly way and have been sleeping for a long time, because the youngster’s need in sleep exceeds significantly the need of elders, who have already slept enough in their life and who are preparing for an everlasting sleep.
- No one can imagine the thing less connected with monk’s casualty than respectful thoughts, - he finely answers with pronounced self-satisfaction.
- Does it mean you aren’t still close to decision? – I’m extremely close to decision, but no idea about the exact one I’m close to.
He listens to my favor quotations , touches hard grassy nods in a bit distracted way, turns away and looks on my profile again.
-“I am who I am”, - jude ’s god said. ”I am the way, the truth and the life”, - our god said.
I should have retailed it in past to express more protest intentions and to be honest – where are all of them exiled finally from the troposphere?
- However this book could sow the thought science was the way to escape from the fear of devil.
- Such an unexpected hint, - he whispers, laughing softly as tired or sleepy person does.
- You are the devil. – Me? – You are. You’ve been deceived. Devil isn’t a triumph of flesh. Devil is an arrogance of spirit. It’s belief without smile. It’s truth nobody has ever doubted about. Devil is morose, because he always knows where he’ll come and wherever he goes – he always comes to the place he left. You are the devil and since being the devil you live in the dark.
- Not “it’s” but “he’s” you must have meant.
- Why did i have to? Why not to allow this featureless person or state or event lack of valid face to stay grammatically ambiguous?
- Let’s allows, - he nods and eventually smiles fearlessly and i’m pretending not to have noticed his shivering. That very one soundtrack for fire and letters from “Paranoid Park”.
- God created different vile creatures and you and allowed to talk about all of this.
Yep, whatever latin darkness you face just remember – lions aren’t here as they have never left deep dusty closets of your mind.
- Fear the prophets and those, who tend to sacrifice their lifes for the truth. They usually sacrifice a lot of other’s lifes together with their own. Sometimes even before then their own, and sometimes - instead of it.
Closing my eyes i’m thinking about he could have been a prophet six or eight centuries ago, he must have been a talented one with all his sighs full of passion, with his trembling smiles, with beauty and ugliness of his artistic lines and geometric corners of the devil origin certainly. He must have deserved a noticeable success, and attention, and fire. Am i better as listener and watcher then inquisitors would have been?
- The initial order resembles the web or stairs which is used to climb up. But afrer that it should be thrown away because it’ll be found senseless itself despite it appeared to be useful. Er mouz gelichesame die Leiter abewerfen, so Er an ir ufgestin ist… So do they say?
An applicable gnosiology is at your service this moment and any time you ask, no matter how close you are with medieval German dialects.
- Est ubi gloria nunc Babylonia? Where are snows of the past? Earth is dancing the dance of Macabres, when is seems to me vessels going through the Danube and they are full of madman and they are going to the dark land…
- Are you afraid to die? – so quiet uncertain whispering.
- Have you noticed i’m able to stay scared by tales?
- The end of everything which can exist only perceived by the master and victim of everything, by you…
- Even by widespread and fascinating tales? Even the most one?
And he lays his head on my shoulder and he doesn’t need to worry about any armageddons near his own knight of atheism. Does he fell a bit happy about that right now, i wonder?
- That’s the way St. Francisco taught people to perceive all the things from another side, - i’m completing the list of jokes for today. We could spend this morning in the windy uninhabited river beach – i would be walking barefoot around the edge of cold troubled waters where sharp stone fragments lay, he would be eating ice-cream and looking on the wind waving my long skirt and sandals straps in my hand. Or in the shallow of pail elevators holding hands carefully in the silence, sunny dust and verdure of almost rural street. Or in the modest sunshine of market smells tornado eating fruit oxygen spum from the one plastic glass. Or we could just be, couldn’t we? But this damn city, dear. But institute, exams, session. No, no, harsh…