HELLO

THIS IS NOT AN ENDLESS TRASHBOOK, BUT

LET ME INTRODUCE MY TWIN BROTHER

Mész/Szia
Maradsz
Mész és jössz












Another glimpse into romantic blogging

Lost Object

A saké cup filled with chopped-up sinclair spectrum rubber keys. The top key of the pile reads “BREAK SPACE”.

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"Civilization is the process of setting man free from men"

Scenes from a marriage,
page 1.






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  • four women lost in space,
  • five...
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In the last months every time i meet someone new, this text appears on my hand. I cannot help it. It’s an unknown illness of skin pigmentation, like vitiligo, but this one disappears after some days.





Because of all the complaints of these new people (they barely could think of anything else, but the meaning of that word, and the business-type meaning of it only, and that it is evidently my body's autoimmune comment about them) i started to feel like a weirdo, basically: a Hungarian Michael Jackson.
So, since then, each time the sign of disease reappears, i overwrite it with a sharpie. This makes everyone more comfortable.
But i like the natural one, under this fake thing, much more.





                



sleepwalkers don't just walk while they're asleep
{they fuck too}


TERVEYSEKSI!








you cannot cover a turd with paint

but you can roll it in glitter


love, xx


Fake Virtue = Not Virtue



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SMALL U.F.O. SCANNING THE BIBLE

ADNI CSAK INGYEN

CLICK IF YOU'RE NOT AFRAID OF HUNGARIANS

quite close to 2008. 20.08 20:08 in pub sirdie, an old guy, who was married since three weeks, explained to me, that he can't read images, doesn't understand them at all. i picked up my notebook. i just finished a drawing before he came there. i tought it's a perfectly simple drawing: it shows a healing person stretching an ill guy. the healer is cleaning up the energies of the other. so anyway i showed this drawing to the old one : and asked: - okay can you read this drawing? it was a really fast reaction-time. he said: - i see a really wild, but probably meaningless thing.

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