konfessions of a bradbury kollector: writing soundz (wordz by alfred balcon)

still remember the first bradbury words that went into my soul.

it was a book about burning books (in the future).

a pure revolution in the making.

erudite explosion like a volcano out of control.

a dark carnival.

texture.

oh so much texture.

like sound and vision.

u were the teacher.

i was the student.

from that moment on, i started collecting all that you have even written.

every collection of short stories.

every novel.

like a hungry vampire hunting for fresh blood.

everyday.

everynight.

everything.

collecting. reading. writing.

my own literary creations enhanced by your everlasting talent.

zen in the writing.

at last, my life had a meaning.

and then, on june 5, 2012,

while I was still listening to the echoes of your ground-breaking career,

your voice went mute.

nuthin’.

zilcho.

nada.

typewriter shutdown.

life shortage.

anybody home?

fuck all.

total blackness.

and sadly, the word empire that u provided structure for,

that u have once built for us, apostles, with your own tears, blood and sweat,

should never ever be the same again…

another black day without you.

i dream of the day that I will finally meet with u in the afterlife.

yours truly,
alfred

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Muzik pairing:

Warm Leatherette / The Normal

ANOTHER BLACK DAY : FEAR-O-MANIA

Almost midnight / I close my eyes / I am afraid of what comes next / afraid to see what the world will look like when the page of the calendar will be turned / darkness euphoria / fear of everything and nothing / fear of the wolf / fear of the deadly kiss from the Babylon whore / fear of the melody that my blood sings in the parking lot of my unconsciousness / fear of the cemetery rebellion / fear of what lies under my bed / afraid of all human kind / afraid of what I am not / fear of what I might have been / fear of being abandoned / fear of aliens / fear of your socially transmitted venom / fear of your putrid cunt / fear of tomorrow's stinking remorse / fear of going out / afraid of being afraid / fear-o-mania...

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Muzik paring :

I'm Afraid of Americans - David Bowie

ANOTHER BLACK DAY : NOBODY'S HOME

i knock at your door
but u don't open.

i call u on your cell
but u don't answer.

i touch your skin
but you get away from me.

i tell u that i luv u
but my wordz get lost in your indifference.

i share with u my concerns about our future
but you fall asleep in my face...

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Muzik pairing :

All Wrong - God Lives Underwater