Gregory and the Demons

2022-01-10 19:35:32 How I cut my hair

In the New Year, I cut my hair almost bald. Why did I do that? Probably because I’ve never tried it and in general it was the stupidest idea that could come to mind (adore such ideas). And what do I feel now? Oh, a whole range of very different sensations:

1. Satisfaction from having decided on something that I never did,
2. Longing for my beautiful slightly curly brown hair,
3. Relief that I will not be uglier than today, and now any direction leads only to improvement,
4. Cold, because after all, the hair warms a little,
5. Desire that winter (which I hate) ends as soon as possible and spring (which I respect) begins, and summer (which I love) come – just then the hair will grow back,
6. A bit clearer difference between my soul and my body, because I am still me: Samson to myself and Delilah to myself, my own hairdresser and my own executioner. Open / Comment

2021-12-30 20:21:54 Happy Hollowdays!

I know what to give you as a gift for the New Year and Christmas! I’ll present you the opportunity to take a break from me. And I myself will rest a little.

It is not necessary to darken these bright days with vile misanthropic thoughts, because it will not go anywhere, it is forever with me and, probably, with you too. So go outside and just have fun: smash a few snowmen, push a couple of people into a snowdrift, shoot snowballs and eat garland lights like some kind of fruit. Just don’t believe in a miracle, I beg you, do not believe in miracles...

See you in a couple of weeks. Happy Holidays and Weekends! Open / Comment

2021-12-28 18:31:38 Land of Endless Summer

I could come to the Land of Endless Summer even over the bones of my friends, if only this place were existed. And I would have bring a piece of my cold there as coolness and relief. But relief for whom...? For me, for the land?

Aren’t we looking for our place all our lives? To stand up and just casts a shadow, like a monument to your own success and failure, like a dilapidated house that exists for someone. The shadows of motionless buildings are agile, the shadows of movable people are chaotic.

I would sell my soul for a ticket to the Land of Endless Summer, anyway there is no need for a soul. I would **** myself if I didn’t aware that Pandemonium is too cold for me. I’m a summer kid, so just bring me back. Open / Comment

2021-12-24 18:34:44 Who the hell are you people?

This question is gnawing my mind, and each red blood cell that smuggling oxygen through my body also asks at every corner, at every bend of the vein: “Who are these Masters, by the way?”

Why do you never give up and keep clinging to this pointless struggle? Or vice versa, why do you idling and doing nonsense (like now, for example), knowing that your time is running out and cannot be rewound?

I will never understand you, and you’ll never understand me. Perhaps no one can truly understand themselves. We are just monkeys who stole paper and pen from God, and now we’re fooling around like all the children do. Open / Comment

2021-12-22 20:01:23 Broken cigarettes

If broken cigarettes could talk, they would tell a story about human weakness, when Yesterday, once so resolute, crumples a pack of that poison and throws it into a trash, and Today, faint and hesitant, grabs a broken in the middle cigarettes with trembling fingers and squeezing a place of fracture, pulling smoke with the hunger of a hanged.

“I’m not going to die today! I’m going to die but not today. It’s not me who is going to die today...” – repeats Today, trying to convince Tomorrow of this harmless lie.

Oh, if only broken cigarettes could talk, they would tell a story of human hope itself, beaten but unbowed! Open / Comment

2021-12-20 18:54:44 Fukuyama-Thucydides

One says that History is over, the other says that War is inevitable. Supposedly, all growing colossi are doomed to collide by their foreheads sooner or later.

If only there were no different colossus but there was one, then he would have no one to fight with! To prevent bullets from firing, you just need to shoot out all of existing ones and not to make the new ones. It’s that simple! And why don’t people understand? If there is no proper life, it will not be scary to die.

So “Fukuyama-Gregory-Thucydides” is the trap of the future that we all must fall into, as butterflies caught with a silk net, in order to decorate some demon’s wall of fame with our withered bodies.

Because this world is too small for colossi and too beautiful for war... Open / Comment

2021-12-16 20:01:58 No answers required

I wonder if the mutations of virus will end when the letters of Greek alphabet run out? Will God come to congratulate us on death, on our graduation from life?

What is transcendence and can it feed the masses? Is it possible to unsubscribe from your own channel, from your face, name, memory? When will the Good make a control shot from the Parabellum into the nape of Evil? Can materialists and idealists split into two football teams and solve this notorious philosophical question once and for all?

When will lunch be, and is it true that food tastes better in prison because it’s free? Is the sum of losses equal to the difference of gains, and what was it all about, from the moment 0 years old and up to the age X, after which people stop counting?

Was it life!? Open / Comment

2021-12-14 19:35:58 Happiness of a fool

As long as I breathe – I write, as long as I write – I breathe, and this is a very simple pact with the universe. What else does an artist need? An audience!? Don’t be silly!

For a creative person, creativity is both a gift and a curse, a drug and a medicine, an abyss and its plug, the path and the goal. Nothing else is needed, not a single superfluous word.

When a thought takes shape, this is happiness, the happiness of a fool, the longest lasting. Open / Comment

2021-12-10 20:02:01 Measure of morality

Sometimes I am amazed at the ease with which bad thoughts come to my mind. Where is the Sentinel of Ethics, did he fall asleep on duty? And how can I tell the good from the bad if I don’t feel difference between them?

Yes, someone will give me a White Book as an example, and I will respond with a Black Grimoire. Some people say, listen to the wind, but what if the storm is only thing I hear? It is obvious: sociopath cannot distinguish one pole of morality from the other, and society itself, manifesting the idea of absolute selfishness (although even wolves live in packs), does not help at all.

A dog abandoned on the street and howling at night, what does it deserve: love or death? I don’t know. The only decision I can make in this undefined situation is not to solve anything and wash my hands. Open / Comment

2021-12-08 19:25:22 Not a goddamn more, not a helluva less

Do you know the joke? What is the difference between an American and an Englishman? The first one say: “ȸɥͽɮῐϟᵷ Russians!”, and the second: “Bloody Russians!”

But I learned balance and became calm like a camel. Hate won’t hurt me, on the contrary, it turns me on, as if I’m an old mechanical toy, and hatred is my winding key.

So we live like this: between A and B, America and Britain, rap and rock, nuclear and classic war. However, I personally have my own Scylla and Charybdis – A & J, demons and demonai. Open / Comment