Far beyond the sun

OFF FOR OCTOBER

WAIT UNTIL ICE AGE 2

-end of transmission-

Siberian winter

Cold.

Tired.

Despair.

Panic.

Asphyxiated.

Angered.

minus 20 degrees below zero, mind's going blank.
Help me, help me, help me.

Lover's tale

Hey,
What's your name? where do you come from?
i'm so glad to talk to you.
are you a transfer student? how come i never saw you?
let's take a walk. i'll introduce you to this environment.

Hey,
you want to share some problems? come on, who knows if i can help you.
friends are meant to share their problem.
come on, just spit it out.
i'm here. your secrets aren't going to be leaked.

Hey,
what? are you serious?
you know, i knew that i love you from pur first meeting too.
i think we're made to be together.
from now on. i'll protect you like my own life.
precious life.

Hey,
what time is it now? it's 6 in the morning, i guess.
i feel tired. so tired.
it's an obsession. yes it is absolutely an obsession.
how come i became like this?
she don't even want to know my name.
i guess i'll continue my sleep.
it's still a long long way for the armageddon to come.

Life is hard for sure.

what can save you when you can't save yourself?

knock,
knock,
Hello.
Are you there?
i know you're there.

what's the point of hiding? doing such thing can't lead you to a better condition. it gives you a secure feeling but hey, i still can see you from here.
maybe my brain is smaller than yours. or my intelligence is far inferior. but i have what yo don't have. what you don't deserve to have. you can do anything. wag your tail any way you wanted. but in the end it cannot save you.
like this.
i like this situation.
now you maybe numb from freezing. or asphyxiated from the poisonous air. but you know what? it didn't affect me. i'm stronger in this kind of situation.
now, just hand yourself to me.
it's alright.
i don't want any violence or spilled bloods for nothing. i just want to do my job.
come on. i can wait. i don't hesitate to wait like this.
but everybody can't.
you know you don't want to enrage averybody.
hand yourself. now.
i can see where you are. and i'm pointing my gun right to your head.
i know. intelligence worth more than diamonds.
but what can intelligence do in this kind of situation?

(Hotel Moscow, Vladivostok. 23rd of July 2054. Nuclear Warfare.)

sounds from the depth of the heart

TIRED.

tired.

Tired.

tireD.

soo tired. what else is worse than dodging missiles?

Modern minds and forgotten past

Simplicity
Practical?
Easy to operate
Futuristic?
Promiscuous
Cheap?
Easy to find
Blinding?
Binding?

Hard to find
Expensive?
Nourishing?
Challenging
Worn out
Else?

modern mind collides with forgotten past
stream of consciousness go fast
put no one to blame and disregard the sins.
competing blindly without anyone wins
Peace sells but wars are easier to find
coup d'etat is so easy just like pouring the wine
going faster to the space like it's something cool
but forget the fact that they're all the fools.

The fruit of humanity

ticking clock, dripping sweat
no lights, no sounds, lack of air
but still breathing. no one knows why
tortured like hell, blood spilled
just how many years i've been here?
i'd rather die. whether it's quickly or slowly
i just want to die
rather than trapped in this dark room
knock, knock, knock
hello...? anybody out there...?
no answer
fuck
maybe they're dead
maybe they die several days ago
or maybe they die before i was trapped in this room
no one knew
even me
you
or anyone else
i'll wait here
waiting for death to come to me
let me die and rot away just like them. the people on the outside
it's getting darker and darker
more difficult to breathe
i feel a little (cough) dizzy here
i think it's about that time
what's worse than die in a box?
far from home
far from earth
no one responded
here, 2.000.000.000 light years from the milky way
where cosmic dust and quasars are rarely seen
houston closes her eyes
goodbye, humanity
i'm going to sleep
a long, long sleep.

..............(beep)......

starting of an epic wasted times

Hello (buzz) can anybody hear me?
this is houston speaking.
report to california's base immediately.
we're troubled here, ran out of gas.
reporting casualties (beep), all nine crews were found dead.
i repeat, (buzz) all nine crews were dead.

"come on Base, help us!"
"are you crazy kid? give me back that radio"
"but we're all gonna die here!"
"if we're all gonna die here, at least die with dignity"
"what does dignity do with dead?"
"there's nothing left for us if we die"
"god didn't want us to give up "
"so, why he put us in such circumstance?"
"..."

space dust, cosmic light, electric sun beam.
asteroid belt, gamma rays, black hole.
nine men's souls either meant to be wasted, nor dumped.
the purpose of their existence was just to be forgotten.
so, life runs normal. just like you, just like me.