- burnt all the good things in the Eden eye…

..Помислих си, дали и елмазената острота на предопределението следва да се приеме като противопоказ на безкрайната тежест на/д спомените – витаещи като тъмни ангели, все *по-долу и по-долу – тъй силно владееща сляпата лудост стисната в мъчната празнота на изменчивата реалност, докато слегне с прахта, или двете с дрезгавата тревожна илюзия, от което взор и гъмжило едно-друго обръщат, първо себе си в шепот, после в крясък високо, блъскащ стените отвътре-навън, и обратно – би следвало… Е, аз никому не държа сметка, но ми е интересно да разбера докъде би стигнал онзи, който усърдно медитира около тези слова.

..Става дума за 1 пълнолунен фетиш, едно място, копнеж, дето някак-случайно се срещам и връщам, чувам се и се приземявам – скорошната Mexico (OST) на Остава също ме срещна – за да се чудя как тъй картини които обичаме в следващи срещи изглеждат тъй нови, като че тозчас пак същите изковани – което ме върна до-там, или от-къ-дето започнах. нещо ~   уф, импро!визирай:

if it was a picture it would be porn,

if it was a painting, it would be art

(what?)  dozens images frozen:  gasping,

the punishment disturbing made divine

dust and sand on their thing. - why?

who wants to suffer? dangley rug figurine

creeping bug moaning, dragging dead meat (feet)

grey flesh decay plus  (and it shows)

bone segments expose, hereinafter refered

to an aura of AM-PM defeat (retract -

recede) + retreat  « I'm going to leave »

a voice as a flocculent zephyr rises like heat

(ash-tray) on a Mexico highway  ^ mod.

....It’s been awhile. Don’t need to say. Got bribing smile. You: fancy a play?

.*като костилка на плод във земята, плът и сърце гният, и се разтапят - да Ви дарят, после живот… живот, но… живот-но  --

..и да, да, да - все още, и сега, продължавам да примирам блгдр. на joan  (dark and sweet as hash)

- stay here at the zoo?

Most of the name tags run: Hello, my id. is: automaton@everywhere.com. It's gone digital, every inch of the mile. Take a look around; people can't get enough. They travel in groups, all one conscience, each of them thinking that they are an individual, but not realizing that everyone else is thinking the exact same thing, eating the bullsh!t - handfuls at a time, as it is shoved into their faces, as if it were heavily-advertised belgian chocolate or smth. Just wanted 2 see what things R going to be when all the baby boomers are gone.

„In any technologically advanced society the individual’s fate depend on simple decisions that he personally cannot influence to any great extent. But technological society cannot be simply broken down into small, autonomous communities, heavy in consequences, because of on the cooperation of very large numbers of people, manners, tools and machines. What usually happens in practice is that decisions are made by public officials or corporation executives, or technical specialists and statisticians, but even when the public (or so) votes on a decision the number of voters ordinarily appears too large for the vote of any one individual to be significant. Thus most individuals are unable to influence measurably the major decisions that affect their lives. There is no conceivable way to remedy this in a technologically advanced mass-society. The system tries to solve this problem by using propaganda to make people want the decisions that have been made for them, but even if these obscure solutions were completely successful in making people feel better, it would be demeaning. Since the beginning of civilization, organized societies have had to put pressures on human beings for the sake of the functioning of the social organism, if something is about the category to which it belongs. The kinds of pressures vary greatly from one society to another. Some of the pressures are physical (like poor diet, excessive labour, environmental pollution), some are psychological (noise, crowding, forcing humans behavior into the mold that society requires)… In the past, human nature has been approximately constant, or at any rate has varied within certain bounds. Consequently, societies have been able to push people only up to some certain limits. When the limit of human endurance passes the comprehension, things start going wrong, so that either the society breaks down, or its functioning becomes pretty inefficient - gradually, or through vile conquest, attrition or d-evolution - replaced by some angry forms of mismanagement. Words. At the test.”...^ mounted (mostly) out of paragraphs 1.1.7 & 1.4.3

- Here's drink. I drink to thee.

What is the true value of love? And whose valuation of it are we incclined to accept? Or (more precisely) what are our relative estimations of passion and prudence? Too much prudence we despise. Too much passion we deplore.

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ROMEO (coming forward)
...He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
......Enter Juliet above
...But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
...It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
...Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
...Who is already sick and pale with grief
...That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
...Be not her maid, since she is envious.
...Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
...And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
...It is my lady. O, it is my love!
...O that she knew she were!

...She speaks. Yet she says nothing. What of that?
...Her eye discourses. I will answer it.
...I am too bold. ’Tis not to me she speaks.
...Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
...Having some business, do entreat her eyes
...To twinkle in their spheres till they return
...What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
...The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
...As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes in heaven
...Would through the airy region stream so bright
...That birds would sing and think it were not night.
...See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
...O that I were a glove upon that hand,
...That I might touch that cheek!
JULIET...............................Ay me!
ROMEO.............................She speaks.
...O, speak again, bright angel! - for thou art
...As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
...As in a wingèd messenger of heaven
...Unto the white-upturnèd wondering eyes
...Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
...When he bestrides the lazy, puffing clouds
...And sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIET
...O Romeo, Romeo! - wherefore art thou Romeo?
...Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
...Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
...And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO (aside)
...Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET
...'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
...Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
...What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot
...Nor arm nor face nor any other part
...Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
...What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
...By any other word would smell as sweet.
...So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
...Retain that dear perfection which he owes
...Without that ride. Romeo, doff thy name;
...And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
...Take all myself.
ROMEO................I take thee at thy word.
...Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.
...Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIET
...What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
...So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO............................By a name
...I know not how to tell thee who I am.
...My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
...Because it is an enemy to thee.
...Had I it written, I would tear the world.
JULIET
...My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
...Of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
...Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
ROMEO
...Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
JULIET
...How camst thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
...The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
...And the place death, considering who thou art,
...If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

ROMEO
...With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls.
...For stony limits cannot hold love out,
...And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
...Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
JULIET
...If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
ROMEO
...Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
...Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
...And I am proof against their enmity.
JULIET
...I would not for the world they saw thee here.
ROMEO
...I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes.
...And but thou love me, let them find me here.
...My life were better ended by their hate
...Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
JULIET
...By whose direction foundst thou out this place?
ROMEO
...By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
...He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
...I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
...As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
...I should adventure for such merchandise.
JULIET
...Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
...Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
...For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
...Fain would I dwell on form - fain, fain deny
...What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
...Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay’.
...And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swearest,
...Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
...They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
...If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
...Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
...I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
...So thou wilt too. But else, not for the world.
...In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
...And therefore thou mayst think my ’haviour light.
...But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
...Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
...I should have been more strange, I must confess,
...But that thou overheardest, ere I was ware,
...My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,
...And not impute this yielding to light love,
...Which the dark night hath discoverèd.
ROMEO
...Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
...That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops –
JULIET.......................Do not swear at all.
...Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
...Which is the god of my idolatry,
...And I’ll believe thee.
ROMEO.................If my heart’s dear love –
...JULIET
...Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
...I have no joy of this contract tonight.
...It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
...Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
...Ere one can say ‘It lightens’. Sweet, good night!
...This bud of love, by summer’s tipening breath,
...May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
...Good night, good night! As sweet repose to rest
...Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
ROMEO
...O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
JULIET
...What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

ROMEO
...Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
JULIET
...I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.
...And yet I would it were to give again.
ROMEO
...Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
JULIET
...But to be frank and give it thee again.
...And yet I wish but for thing I have.
...My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
...My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
...The more I have, for both are infinite.
...I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu!

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Shakespeare, William ^ Romeo & Juliet, II.2 ^ Edited by T.J.B.Spencer