an even better name for an alternative rock band which committed suicide after the first concert in Poland, or for a novel which was written in blood of the author but not finished due to his premature death due to a creative exertion, although it would of course be better for the world if these are rappers who die.
It sounds like the first line of a modernist 60s poem or the title of an art house film.
I wouldn't necessarily dare to mention watching this kind of movies in public. I understand that we have all watched them at some point of time - I admit that I did - but let us focus on something less ugly, like, for instance, suicide of a rapper.
he is too smart for me. I do not understand his movies because they are too intellectual, and not ashamed to admit it, even though I feel like a minority in this age of smart people who like art house and understand the world much deeper than I can ever manage.
I once used to think that stupid people are stupid too, but then I did not sleep for two days, and had to take three planes during that time, and I felt real stupid, like, real stupid, forgetting my name and not recognizing myself in the mirror. I remember I scared some woman by asking her: "hey, would you wake me up if I fall asleep? my plane goes in two hours', and then actually falling asleep at once while standing and almost falling on the floor, so she actually had to wake me up/grab my arm. poor thing, she must have though I am drunk or something. it went on and on, the nightmare, and all along I was listening to this song, and then I realized... I embraced the essence of being real dumb!
the world is a song. do you understand it? the world is a song, and YOU ARE DISCORDANT sometimes, so please don't be, I like you despite your disadvantages, linguistic, national, whatever. let us be friends from now on.