women's heads, with ears growing longer and longer like alice in wonderland, aligned smillingly on shelf with greenish glass . pills rolling over the floor like cheerfull candies . blood on glass shining like paint, flowing with serpent movements and glittering in prescribed pathes . tiles, blue, square, stalemate, against which is banging her head the fly that visited me last night . novorodenecke oddelenie. 13.1.90 to 16.4.90 . 16.4.90 to 18.7.80 . numbers love me. 12:22 . 10:10 . 01:01 . check time, check download time, check time of a song, the coincidences are there . numbers still love me . slager. movie light, movie music . vitrina with deep corridor reflected in. heads are falling from shelves still staring at the naked lady tied on the poster. sound of glass squishing, sound with turqoise edges, giving goose bimps . reflected in it, windows with orange curatins dimming light piercing thporugh empty rooms. corners, dark yellow, fading to violet, filled with lots of switches, hiding, and buzzing with electricity like a swarming hive. telephones quiet, recording . all . connected to networks on which i hang. numbers swarming around me, shapeless, yet visible . the murky green of the ceiling dives up like a reversed caudron, and the butchered pieces on the floor stand up, aligning like acicular leaves . cables on the wall fish . light is getting cloy and i had enough of its taste . i look at me, from my 3rd body, having enough of seeing that lucid self . licurici . i remember i just learned swimming . greenish light is back . easy trick . thinking about mountains . light gets soflty yellow . thinking about that night . it's getting brown, muddy . i chase all thoughts so that i let Them move first . closet doors bang creamy against the walls . all the windows of the opposite building flicker on the shower's door . switches accelerate their rotation to left, light starts pouring down the walls like onion-cooked oil, book covers change to green, corridors shut down segment by segment, spin onehundredeighty degrees, flies start playing russian roulette with projectiles made of spider heads . it is a trap, i know it . one gets through the shield and terrible swarming starts in the aquarium, shiver and shake! death inside their house, zsssshing, crispy, with hairy black legs and venom teeth, flies shrieking with fear oand pain, noiszzzzz, can't stand it in my left ear, i can feel the spider's legs walking, preparing to get in, so i pull through! woke up. CET 03:3....































* img processing to fit my dream [bear with me, for my laptop's lcd sucks]
* based on an exploration of nemocnica na bezrucova 10