WW

It's been awhile since I turned water into wine again. It had strong taste, it was sour from time to time. Anyhow, my hands performed some weird magic and I was very proud of it. As they say, the older, the better. But no, I must have missed one or two clauses in the book of witchcraft. My conviction of doing it the right way misled me and my work of magic was about to reach the terminus. Soon it converted in deadly vinegar. People were suffering. They expected the substance would give them happiness, a chance to balance their wishes with their hopes and dreams. But as it's said, I failed. I've been paying the price of being high and mighty. Time is gone now, some accuse me, few understand me, a bit of them barely pretend they do. But I deal with it in some way. I'm slowly moving on, to tell the truth I got through. Just one thing is ... I encounter myself sometimes. Face to face. I start running and there's no way I can escape from this pursuit. I know how the hunting ends, I'm just putting it off in hope this is the last strike I receive.
I never tried to perform tricks again. I don't feel like doing it. I'm scared to death to make the same shit again. I wouldn't make it through, you know this. So I'm taking life easy now. If it gets tough I dilute it and when it's too boring I add some crazy shit to get good, if not the best mixture. Maybe you see me distuned, but standing from here, every reason to change magic to chemistry is good enough.

Krispi.*

Closed and poisonous

I am like toadstool. Gathering poison inside the core and when is time to spread I launch the devils' seeds streaming around.

4D

I see you how you follow them like a trail. Like you're scaling to the peak of the mountain. Colleagues lug you in every place, give you helping hand to hang on because you're so overweight and delirious that you can fall of the stair any moment. You do nothing but that's enough I realize. Your passive attitude is so repulsive that overpowers the smell of putrefying carcass. You have nomerous wishes but you're so afraid of taking risks. Desires are one thing, but ability to ferment them in real facts is efficiency that you don't possess. And when some objects are under your command, you close your eyes and utilize it, just to fuck and flee, pretending they are your ideals even if they aren't. Your only lead is instinct, a need to satisfy yourself... I'm wondering how do you handle this. Where, the hell in all this shit, do you find attitude to make your way. Perhaps I live in 4D world, which reveals me all mindfucks like bonus to a real 3D world. I sincerely appreciate for this damn upgrade...
But I don't care about you and I give you right, no matter how dishonest you are, you are still yourself and that is significant.
To uncertainty and 4D!

Krispi.*

Quid est veritas?

They teach us, every man has his own truth... Then why is verity of an authority always better truth? They say, the truth is sole way in our life, but why does acceptance of truth mostly bring you difficulties? So I guess I am an ignorant and I lie all the time. Should I feel sorry for that? Just don't request from me to tell you the difference between wrong and right. If I knew this, I wouldn't have been a person that I am now. When you're mistaken it's a... big deal, really. You're getting used to it. Yet when it occurs you're right, illustrate me please the manner in which you convince people to believe you... Break a leg, if you have desire and time.
I never compare my truth to other man's; don't do that. It's a real bitch. You won't discover many likenesses, however person's ideal flows with the wind, money and hypocrisy. Be strong and dwell in your own truth, enrich it and maybe you are on the right way out of the maze of lies.

Krispi.*

Like she is

Quiet and beautiful.
Like she is.

Don't punish us, Aurelia.

Krispi***