Tasi83 : Writing

COMBINATION OF CONSEQUENCES

COMBINATION OF CONSEQUENCES

A Story by Tasi83


- Now almost everything will be about brainwashed jerks! - declared Uncle Tóni, the suddenly retired caretaker, a kind of household confidant..
A WARNING TO THE MAN

A WARNING TO THE MAN

A Poem by Tasi83


My friend! Listen now to every word, deed and action spoken, for we walk among traitors and traitors, forced to walk, and what you must refuse tomorro..
A TIRED DAY

A TIRED DAY

A Story by Tasi83


Bátkai's mother-in-law has been living with the family for at least five years. Breakfast latte with Completta milk powder and at least three..
LETTER TO B.B.

LETTER TO B.B.

A Poem by Tasi83


My friend, tell me the cool One-Truth! To whom, and when, will you give an account of yourself on an idle afternoon, when you are a castaway, when you..
REVISED PURPOSES

REVISED PURPOSES

A Poem by Tasi83


As the leaves drift into themselves in the deserted forest, instead of the eternal, light, wind-driven festive dance of waves, they roll echoing noise..
SWEET ADOLESCENT REVENGE

SWEET ADOLESCENT REVENGE

A Story by Tasi83


The theater performance of The Tragedy of Man has just ended in the only one still available in the small motel - like boarding house where , on the..
AS A CLUTCHING STRANGER

AS A CLUTCHING STRANGER

A Poem by Tasi83


How can you remain spotless here, when your soul is already merged in the darkness of the core, and never asks how or how you could have escaped the g..
IN A MUSIC STORE

IN A MUSIC STORE

A Poem by Tasi83


Let's take the '68 Gibson electric guitar, or Les Paul: labelled U.S.A., it has a wildly full sound, and when the crystal-clear dust settles on its st..
CONTEMPLATIVE THOUGHTS

CONTEMPLATIVE THOUGHTS

A Story by Tasi83


He felt that his life was a single incessant rush , commuting between minutes and seconds, which could only be preserved with painful efforts. Ever ..
ON UNKNOWN ROADS

ON UNKNOWN ROADS

A Poem by Tasi83


When we were born, the soul-body boundaries were still open, only later to branch out. Our childhood passed beneath the open bura of wire incubators. ..