on the other hand

i have everything i need

i want

or can wear

im fed

full

happy

hugged

sucked off

and praised

a winner

ein macher

a mensch

and true

to himself

an obelisk

of fabric

for the factory

at the function

always ready

feel allright

howl it out

give your comfort

she deserves it

you do too

happy

so much fun

refreshing and exciting

seasons change

babys cry

what am i doing again

yes

yes to life

yes to you

yes to me

and this world

we deserve it i said

you told me that

you listen

you hold

you help

i yap

and you still laugh

hope

cheesy

my eggs

i scramble

from pillow cases

reaking of good choices

i did good

one has to admit

im too open

too joyous at times

excited

loud

let me be

let me scream out obscenities

in the middle of the road

burp in the mug of fate

try my schtick

another round

another swing

another lift

can one be so lucky

if the gods 

would be so generous
to bless us humble heavens

for swaying our cocks

for applause and approval

like flags in the gust

a breeze

its getting nippy

nights faster old

one could be unsure

push yourself down again

fear what will be

darken the vibe

fuck up the things

again

isolate

retreat

panic

anxiety masked as creativity

dread yourself,

dread the puzzle,

dread the pressure,

dread the work,

dread the outcome,

dread the silence,

dread the noise, 

mine and their lies,

decades of the same ooze,

nothing new on the front,

the faces still bleak,

only the pants are wide again

the shirts are still tight

the words as always empty,

as the world 

keeps prancing around

in archive couture

one could 

call it a day

and never bother again

brush away 

the dreams

and get serious for once

bei sinnen

presentable

not dellulu

and sane

finally common

proudly mundane

zufrieden

stumpf

tasteless

and blind

rings of shit

swirling around in space

no reason to exist

just an unwashed toilet in the sky

one could call existence, society and the will to live

curse the sperm

allergic to blame

another drink

another cheap snort

another rolled up idea

another day misplaced

no goal won

no accountability

one could

on the other hand

 

the oddiseyss

so finally! did two bumps rolled two huge donks poured myself some port and made grilled cheese lets do this lelele

they really having travis scott in this he kinda good tho

pattinson really a good actor ill give him that holland is not 

god i love leguizamo he fits very well here

why is it cut so aggressively? face shot cut face shot cut cut cut jeez let me breathe

himesh patel so funny 

yea man just cut it slower but faster 

lotta shoeleather i would never survive this movie in theater

ofc if you cut this material like i wanna cut it you get valhalla rising lol

ok the start of the cyclops ting was cute

good soundtrack lol im live tweeting this here kinda another bump

batman safdie before gta 6

wtf is dis, serious monty python?

lotta actors dont have gravitas anymore 

im def enjoying it more mid way its working hard for the fourth oink

god im lit we need to bring back movie nights

elliot page should def do more sci fi and weird stuff, star trek? the dark make up part was cool he def can become a jeffrey combs character if he puts in the work

yea im around mid mid, yea, its pretty good 4 points for now i would still hate to be in a cinema i want to pee i want bump i want to yap

aaaa shit pattinson is really the best of the bunch crazy

couple bumps and two bigger dongs later i must realize as so often with nolan that i kinda understand now and i was just impatient and lil ignorant about the ediitng

port empty hoodie stained donk lit and we still hating on bernthal, and he literally me maybe im just hating myself

in winter i really dont drink that much water and i should in summer i drink a lot now its only alcohol and the water glass just sits there im gonna take a sip, another bump?

i drank the water i did the bump

i love my woman i am writing and i heard the sirens song

charlize theron in yeezy beachwaer

god i love leguizamo fuck all yall

nolan should do a dune and assasisisn creed movie

ich ficke diesen scheiss film halben runter

the clearest view of men is from below, apparently 

-18:08 HA, gaay

ali express gladiator 3 points

idk bro

high end goyslop

but what do i know im an unemployed fiend larping as a director

this is the unnecessariest long box rant but i love it

fuck everything fuck this great naturality tho

i do not have a place in the world right now

 

i do not have a place in the world, right now

i do not have the weightlessness of youth, right now

i do not have the fuel of the naive, right now

im not a child, right now

im pushing

im trying

grinding my teeth

but i do not hold anything, right now

i can show you how i spend my time

empty bottles of water and wodka

dreams become noble metals

but only i dream of their worth

only i dream that it will work
only i dream that it will connect

am i dreaming too much or not enough

am i feeding the dream
or is the dream feeding on me
will this dream become reality too

will it grow old

or stay fresh
will it learn to breathe

or choke on its own vomit

like the shadow of what could be

she told me everything will be alright

and right now i do not believe her

cause i do not have a place in the world

right now

WODA (2024)

I love this piece — let’s call it by its name: art.

The colors, the rhythm, the quiet madness of it all.

It feels painted rather than made, as if it existed long before I did, just waiting for me to stumble upon it.

I’m proud of that — proud of the freedom I’ve carved for myself, proud that I’ve learned to move without permission, to create exactly what I love, unfiltered and alive.

And I love that I made it in Poland — Międzyzdroje, to be exact.

The waves, the sand that carried me through so many nights and mornings of doubt and horror.

That shore wrapped me in calm and pulled the fear right out of me — the fear of moving forward, the fear of looking back.

Stubborn fire.

No safety net — just intention, madness, and love stitched together with a drunken kind of faith.

It’s wild to see it breathe. To know it’s mine.

Every beat, every shadow, every flicker — born out of that quiet refusal to wait for approval.

If you haven’t seen the film yet, take a moment and watch it.

I know — everything’s fast now, everyone wants the rush, the bite-sized hit of content on whatever platform they’re scrolling.

But give it time.

Watch it on a real screen, not a phone.

Sit down, breathe, and let it play.

Leave a comment too — it’s good for the algorithm, sure, but mostly it’s good for the soul — mine and yours.

A few people have watched it, but almost no one really talks.

I’d even welcome the rough comments.

I just want that exchange — the kind I already have with my friends, with my family.

I want you to be family too.

‚WRITTEN, PRODUCED AND DIRECTED by Igor Botur‘

This is gonna be the lighthouse of my intention, flickering wild against the void — fueled by faith, fear, and a bit of beautiful grace.