gdy sterczące widzę cycki, wpadam w nastrój poetycki

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hello guyz, im not so sure if drawing or whatever stupid stuff i do, puts me into content state anymore, its ofc mere form of killing time like anything we do
fuck, i once wrote eugene onegin ff (polish only) in a form of poem, bc i was so fucking bored and still needs to live under constant berate from my ego (thomas ligotti's transhumanism goes hard u kno);

i as a prime example of a post-modern martyr; no friends, no boy/girlfriend (WHO NEEDS DAT If U HAVE SCHOPENHAUER OR NIETZSCHE), as im alone i dont feel alone, if im around other ppl i feel alone, normal stuff, contradictory human-nature & shit, actually only superlative of life is a fact a one needs to be alive to even sense there is so much wrong with human existence. 

and speaking prior about onegin i truly hold it close to my heart, i mean its a russian romanticism (nvm that pushkin hadnt see himself as a one) so u bet its g00d, so g00d even that adam mickiewicz called it a "monument of the epoque";
so g00d taht i read it 7th times in various polish translations

 

i know its mostly lensky, but i always had a softspot for a neurotic type >v< IF U ARENT LIKE DAT DNI, also i read that lensky was probably somewhat inspired by pushkin's friend - wilhelm kuchelbecker;
when he got his feelings hurt or something alike i dont remember correctly he decided to drown himself in pond, speaking about party type, he would be more than pleased to throw a glove over a petty joke (turns out they were actually dueling, my bad)

idk where this post is going