Artificial Life

Виталик Никитин
Artificial Life
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Living for something
you don`t quite realize yet:

Not pleasure, nor Spirit

Balancing between two dim nothings.

Moving much too fast
Not taking your time even in your sleep.
Each time you make a pause, you drown.

You get by to go on
Dissolving in the dirt of the social status
Dying in vain every day
Piece by piece
Wrecking the nature of your own true feeling.
Big City kills.

Please, don`t tell me
how senseless I`m becoming.
No escaping - just changing from bad to worse.
As bad as the God can take.

I know.
But I still do.
I wish to express the vibe.

... She looked at me and lit a midnight cigarette,
then she made some tea.
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31.01.2011