Slunce rozlité v černotu
smráká konečnou a potichou samotu
jen jedno letmé zasunutí
najde ji povalenou v trávě
voňavé letní usrknutí
ze stehen plačících na slámě
živoucí hořlavé nadechnutí
myšlenky vnadně letované
slova krutě svázaná do kozelce
kutají v alkoholovém opojení
jazyku utavenou polámanou hřídel
obvody lesknou se od potu, od soli
krystaly odráží letní ušklíbnutí
a sosáčky ve smrtícím tangu
překřičí třepot komářích křídel
mocný neslyšný utopený sten
koroze lapila sličnou orchidej
uzavřenou zpět do čtyř stěn
a poslední letní nadechnutí
odnáši ozvěna v dáli za kopcem.
coded by 0x63
Bloudíme po cestách kam radost nevstoupila
žluklá hořkost pachem nám perutě provoněla
vezmu tě k ironii, přímo k rozcestí, vezmu tě
po bavlně a trní, milovat na střepech zrcadel budu tě
těch skel rozbitých a ulepených z vyhořelé vášně
horizont bez světel cení vybité z amalgamu zuby
jazyk v azylu a nikdo pláchnout neví jak a kudy
když vznítí se plachetnice v nádržích prázdných
prcháme oblohou lávkami souhvězdí prašných
před vlastním stínem ku rannímu slunci jako jepice
bez cíle, bez nitra, bez duše, bez svíce, bez chuti
abychom z jitra bez paměti slepě procitli do suti
svého království prázdní jako stránka osamělosti
prcháme setřást marnosti všední každodennosti
ke čtyřpísmennému pevnému bodu snad do dálky
krok sun krok tupě ve stádu jak pouští kudlanky
bloudíme po cestách kam radost nevstoupila
a za živa nelze se ubránit.
coded by 0×63
Světla pohasla,
svícen na zeď příběh zpívá,
bajku o bortícím se mýtu,
a tep je mrcha soupeřivá,
co nutí mě k smíchu.
Temnoto klapnutím dveří ukrojená,
ukřivděná a uražená,
temnoto slepě milovaná,
opratě života vrať mi zpět!
Vezmi si skutky co v sobě nosím,
i směr kterému nelze vyhovět.
Ztracená soudnost je křivě pozlacená
hrdost zmizela v slzách utopená
prozraď v čem liší se zlé a dobré,
za co v životě vděčíme jen sobě?
cestu pod chodidla načmárej mi zpět!
Navrať poslední můj dech
a do úst vlož mi slova obarvená
neb teď co písmeno to holá šeď
na rtech poslední doutná polibek.
Světla pohasla
ve vůni skomírajícího knotu
pohybu zbaven ležím tu nahý.
místnost oněměla.
Vpleten do rezavého plotu,
dny v křečích mne obcházejí
temnotou ukřivděné,
vrhají se bez nadechnutí
mezi križovatky světel,
tam v dálnicích nad parapetem
za závorou umlčených okenic,
tam u stropu musím bdít
v pavučině prázdnych rozhodnutí,
utkané z mesíčního svitu,
sbíram sílu a chuť dál žít.
coded by 0×63 January 2010
prebuffered message from ghost: I insist that the guy in the left on the picture is not me! Neither is the princess of the darkness.
Beware, new transmission from me and my ghost . We don’t know if you are but we feel like junkies. Don’t know what the guy thinks, but it wouldn’t change a god dam bit. Bytes are everywhere and we can’t stop to suck them in our brain. We need information to live our normal days. Connected until our eyes burn. Since morning breakfast to bedtime me and my ghost (he don’t sleep) we are plugged in as the Net is wast and infinite.
So many information. Articles, news, blogs, music, movies, books, RSS feeds, twitter followers, facebook, emails, SMS, calls, IMs, forums. We wish to stop clicking through the links that sounds interesting to us. But how to distinguish what could be interesting without assimilation of the information?
How to automatically filter our inputs based on context we are switched to? It’s just pure entertainment or some science article we are reading, it is something important for our progress? I doubt so and so do my ghost. More than ninety percent is just trash and we are pre-apocalyptic digital junkies (because we aren’t aware of being post apocalyptic junkies). We live in the hostile environment of poisonous marketing through adds and opinions from other users polluting the net with their minds and thoughts, and there are also spammers and their bots infiltrating forums and discussions. I won’t mention decision-makers who construct news channels and decide for the masses unable to dive for information. 
Maybe we are all infected of some disease as our brain is trying to assimilate this binary world in the cables. We wish to observe digital life patterns of other users to see if they are similar. What do they do if the solution is not to unplug. It makes us pleasure. Staying on the top of the information flow. Interconnected with other junkies. Absorbing the stuff. I’m searching for things on the hard disks on the whole planet to enhance our life with the help of my ghost. We are searching for movies I wanted to see. Music I need to listen to. Friends I need to write. Ghost is my digital pimp and I need to enhance him to suit my needs.
Our days are wretched. We are caught in never ending spiral of things me and ghost need to solve. Things when we have to go for a dive in the net to find a solution. My brain is in fire as my eyes and other interfaces and my overloaded ghost isn’t feeling good either. But he doesn’t feel anyway. So we raise this question.
What is the solution of this brain pollution? Aren’t we just willingly spinning our world faster? If you have any idea let me know in comments.
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This song is for Karl Koch, hacker known as hagbard who died at age 23 on may 23 1989. He was addicted to cocain and his skills talk for themselves, despite the fact he abandoned hacker ethics. He was involved in selling hacked information from US military computers to the KGB. Koch was found burned to death with gasoline in a forest. The death was generally considered a suicide but truth burned together with his soul. He believed that the world is ruled by a secret group of illuminates. Natural number following 22 and preceding 24 followed him everywhere with mysterious occasions and found him also in the day of his death.
lyrics:
You and me
we can read
between the lines
between the streams
you and me
we have no eyes
but still can see
twenty-three
there is no drug
to let you free
when all is lost
you'll burn with me
Recorded and performed by 0×63 may 23-2010
Nichts ist so wie es scheint
Days fly and lies are set
why we promise and then forget?
those deep words that illuminate
words keeping us leaving?
what matters in the end
time given by stealing?
does it all just meant to be
who then choose the path for me?
will we all meet again
in the endless hall of fame?
next to yours i would write my name
my friends on roads forgotten
what matters if roots rotten
sings truth about the place
burned by the innocence
naked she is selling fates
feeding dirty our voracious mouths
lets live the rest of our own thoughts
lets make love in truth then die in lies
lets breed sins and free our voice
kneeling we prayed for perfect times
we built walls where blossom choice
once in a while stop pretending
tomorrow waits only in our minds
and moments are never-ending
0×63
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Monday is one of the days I really dislike (next to Sunday), but today is a special Monday, not only I finished team project successfully but also drank bottle of red wine and figured out how to work with beats and quantization in Logic. My beats will sound much better since now. Enjoy my sample.
wired in cuprum interference
our brains spread against interrupts
across borders, behind the lines
we are only possibility that remains
in shortage of humanity
we did abortion to our mother nature
reversed bodies
assembled feelings
artificial mind
compiled for speed of light
in naked purity of the byte
seducing to take a dive
in derived uncertainty
we plug in then fly
inside our own vanity
we plug in to die
in lost eternity
we plug in to hide
to fight and breed
across the fibers
cut until they bleed
octets of weaken bits
streams of hacked memories
formed patterns matching forgotten origin
we didn't care the future we just wanted in!
0×63
Tam v tichu, kde mraky se stékají,
V křiku ulehá pláč k odpočinku
Hlasitě žadoním o jeden další den
Oči mé tající krásu neunesou dál
A přehrady nostalgie praskají
Neb hodiny neúprosně nám tikají
A tak dopíjím trpkého vína sklenku
Když temné hromy v dálavách šeptají
Příběh o snech který jsme zpackali
Zaslepeni prázdnotou obyčejnosti
Přehlédli kapku radosti z okamžiku
Co předčila by příkopy všech oceánů
Když v srdcích přetékal epos skutku
Naše myšlenky jen v kruzích bloudily
A doutnal hněv na polích smutku
Pro nevědomost z níž jsme se zrodili
Věčnost nás nečeká ukrytá v klíně
Potají minula schovaná ve vteřině
navždy vydechla my přesto dále sníme
0x63 02*05=2010
hey you moon in my window!
just feel all I have got for spare
nowhere to go how you dare
you pull out our dreams
from hearths with pale light
of your wings in dark
what just keeps you up?
to cut us half every night
in black we dive
with leaving hope
she and me
the moon and smile
while true we stand on cloud
on the last frame wishing us good night
who will be there and who will not
counted by that bastard out
in the morning milky white?
Written and transformed to electronic tears 27th Feb 2010 by me
