DABOISASTRGLEDT (phrases) – by Ivaniel “Ivo” Georgiev
DABOIS, we return for another dose of words that disrupt the peace we have built within ourselves – if it ever existed at all… or if it managed to last for more than a day.
Before we continue, Thank You. (I WILL NOT STOP REPEATING IT!)
I know that the time we have today cannot be returned – never – and I am sincerely glad that you are spending part of it here.
If you are new here, this is not the typical place where someone preaches or tries to sell you something; on the contrary, this is a courtroom where there are no verdicts, only questions that lead to more questions, to reveal what has not been revealed.
I point out the things that we accept, swallow, hide, and pretend don’t shape us every day (even though they control us). If something here makes you feel uncomfortable, well, discomfort is perhaps the best sign that we haven’t yet fully learned how to anesthetise it.
- Curiosity lights the match.
- Action keeps the fire alive.
- Effort is what everyone talks about until it becomes necessary.
I hope you stay until the end… but that’s up to you.
Now, let’s continue with the blog.
A few days before the New Year’s Eve of 2026, the last episode of Apple TV’s hit show Pluribus aired. I would be remiss if I didn’t recommend that you watch what Vince Gilligan and company have created. Carol Sturka is a great character, and the action unfolds slowly, which allows the audience to immerse themselves in her world and compare themselves to the decisions she and, respectively, they (we) would have made.
There is another character in the show – Manousos. Here’s what he said in the 27th minute and 34th second of the seventh episode of season one:
Nada… en este planeta es tuyo. Nada. No puedes darme nada, porque todo lo que tienes es robado. Tú… no perteneces aquí.
Here’s the translation:
Nothing… on this planet is yours. Nothing. You cannot give me anything, because all that you have is stolen. You… don’t belong here.
Even though Manousos is talking to aliens inhabiting human bodies, and even though his message is directed specifically at them, there’s something more than that.
The alien mind has taken everything from humans, offering help to those who have not yet been infected, with the sole purpose of doing so sooner or later.
But if you think carefully about his words, you’ll see that the writers have no intention of addressing only the aliens. After all, we live surrounded by “aliens.”
Today, this blog will be different. Its core will be a poem I have been working on for a little over two months. In it, I express the feelings that Manousos’s words provoked in me – and much more than that.
The text is heavy. Perhaps the meaning may be lost somewhere between the lines and the multitude of repetitions, but the meaning of life itself is unclear – or at least that’s how I see it.
There are some foreign words you may not recognise. My advice is not to focus on translating them. They stand as a logical link to the preceding sentence, and if you follow my train of thought, you’ll translate them successfully without help – their very idea is to unite all of us who are, at first glance, different, yet not entirely so.
Enjoy reading!
ROTSCOUGERFUCKERY
*I scream it every morning*
I.
Nothing
belongs
to
you –
NOTHING !!
How
FUCKING
dare
you
share
it
with
US?
Everything
belongs
to
US –
EVERYTHING !!
The
BELL
tolls
– clang,
claNG,
CLANG –
and with it CLANGS…
THE RECKONING
HOUR !!
(Времето. Настана!)
II.
YOU:
peddlers of lies,
moral police
– some slicker,
some dumber –
all silver-tongued
morally gutted:
crawled up
from the gutter
or the palace –
the same old apes
pretending
to be men!
(Peuken!)
Sons of LOKI: so ambitious –
PRESTIGIOUS,
PERFECT
FOR PRESIDENTS,
IN BIG SHINY
CABINETS,
SWEARING UNDER:
CRESCENT MOONS,
HAMMERS
AND SICKLES,
DRAGONS
AND EAGLES,
STARS
AND STRIPES!
(Oh, Paradise!)
SONS OF WANDERERS,
OF SLAVES,
OF BASTARDS –
RIGHT-WINGERS,
LEFT-WINGERS,
FASCISTS
POPULISTS
GLOBALISTS!
(Trick or treat?)
PROMOTED
BOOTLICKERS,
HYPNOTISED
BY BILLS –
CLAP
FOR THESE
BRILLIANT
THIEVES:
LET THERE
BE PEACE!
CRAVING
FOR SEX
– PAID,
OVERPAID –
HOWLING
AND DROWNING:
MORE,
MORE…
MORE!
WHATEVER
THEY NEED,
THEY CRACK
OPEN
THEIR DEEP
OFFSHORE
ACCOUNTS:
MAKING
IT RAIN –
EUROS,
DOLLARS,
CRYPTO,
YUANS!
OH, PATRIOTS
MOST SUPREME
– SOLID AS STONE,
OLD AS OAKS –
THEY
WON’T BUDGE:
WANTING
IT ALL –
CLUTCHING
SO TIGHT
NEVER
LET GO!
WHO’S
RUNNING
THINGS?
WHO’S
SCARED
SHITLESS –
NOT
THEM,
DEFINITELY
NOT
THEM!
O, MAGNIFICENT SCUM –
shameless to the bone!
YOU:
Yes
YOU,
wrapped
in your
slick-tongued-ratfuck-armour!
(And I’ll,
work…
for YOU!?!)
III.
And
on
this
side
US,
the
fighters:
without swords,
with loud mouths,
glory-bound in the heads –
men as good as dead,
yet living like we’re noble!
(La-Vida-Loca!)
US too sons of LOKI: black sheeps –
HERETICS:
UNLIKABLE,
NOT BRAVE,
JUST CUNNING;
LIKE
ROACHES –
RESILIENT,
VICIOUS,
HELL PROUD!
READY
TO CHEAT,
TO STEAL,
TO HOARD;
NOT PRESERVE,
BUT CRUSH;
TO COVER
OUR
TRACKS…
(TO THE MOON
AND BACK!)
OH, FOREVER
BITTER,
AND ONLY
WHEN IT’S
TOO LATE
WE REMEMBER –
WE SHOULD’VE…
WE COULD’VE!
AND AGAIN,
WE BLUSH,
BUT ADMIT
NOTHING:
WE FORGET,
AND POINT
FINGERS;
WANT IT LAVISH,
TO LIVE LARGE –
DISTRACTED!
BUT SOMEONE’S
ALWAYS
PLAYING US –
WELL,
WE’LL
FIGURE IT
OUT;
LEGAL
HERE,
ILLEGAL
THERE:
EVERYTHING’S
ALLOWED –
IN BED…
AT WAR!
THAT’S US:
THE GOOD FOLKS –
BRAGGING
AND LOVING…
THE SOUND
OF THE MONEY!
WE’RE STRANGE
CREATURES:
SOMETIMES
WHEN WE SHAVE,
WE GET CUT
– WOW, BLOOD –
THEN RINSE IT OFF:
BUT BARELY,
VITAMINS
AND CREAM,
NO SOAP!
DEVILS
SLY,
WRONG
ABOUT
EVERYTHING –
OR RIGHT…
OR CRAZY!
(ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!)
CYNICAL,
CHAOTIC,
DEMONIC,
FOR
GOOD LIFE…
HOPING!
WHO’S
WITH US?
WHO’S
AGAINST?
IF NOTHING
BELONGS,
THEN
ALL MUST
BELONG!
O, MAGNIFICENT SCUM –
shameless to the bone!
WE:
scheming
in our heads,
NEVER stop snarling:
in public,
we’re CRAWLING!
IV.
Did I
forget
anything
about
YOU
or
US?
I think
I got it
all…
wait,
I forgot!
Thousands!
Millions!
Masses of People:
slept through
quazillion,
oh, fate-given,
chances…
AND yet
another ONE…
(Peut-être ?!)
How
TO
wake
THEM
up?
How
to handle:
Certain-Blind,
Deaf-Dumb –
stuck IN A TRANCE?
Axe in the spine –
JUST LIKE THE OLD TIMES !!
V.
But WHY
do we split:
YOU?
US?
We know what WE ARE:
WE’RE CUT FROM THE SAME MEAT!
(FROM the SAME meat!)
If YOU can:
WE CAN TOO !!
(Estne momenti? Nihil refert!)
US,
YOU –
EVERY
ONE:
Base,
Vicious,
Fake
and AFRAID!
Everyone
together,
deserving –
but what?
BOMBS!
But not just
any –
one
solution
only:
ATOMIC BOMB !!
(A CLOUD WITH NO CLOCK!)
VI.
Trapped
in this
disgusting
dance…
and yet again
begging:
FOR PEACE…
PRETTY PLEASE!
(Ψευδής-προσευχή!)
Capitalist
condolence:
quiet for a moment –
human corrosion…
another disposal!
We play it
casual:
life is
good –
Oh, so good…
(Worth
five
cents –
mine
already
drowned down
the sewage!)
Waiting
for
the long
awaited
crash;
like
a freight
without
BRAKES –
HERE COMES THE TRAIN:
TRACKA-TRACKA-TRACK-TRACK!
Smoking
and furious –
full throttle,
grinding
down the line;
forward
through
entire
worlds,
it adjourns:
AND IT CONTINUES !!
VII.
Oh,
thousands
of scars!
(Que lição?)
Sunny-endless-heavenly-resort;
Where
diseases
breed
wild,
where
angels
connive!
There’s
a legend
that
in the deep
black
ocean:
lived
some
HERO –
half-God…
or plain moron ?!
VIII.
BORN
HE was:
a BASTARD
of Achilles;
perhaps
a grandson
of some
oracle –
living
a prophecy,
an odyssey…
or just
another
collateral
like
Akaky’s fate –
A WANDERING UNAVOIDABLE !!
Sometimes
fearsome,
mostly
frail;
the new
modern
HERO,
fearless –
NO FEAR!
(Oh, dear!)
What
HERO
in THIS
doomed
culture?
(Մոլորյալ ազգ!)
Sky full
of VULTURES;
circling in
the skies
of this
grim
resort –
RADIOACTIVE
AND GRIM
RESORT!
IX.
There
HE was –
sent
to be
treated;
examined
by a stargazer
and a shrink –
he’s as good
as he’s rich,
and as poor
as he’s sick!
Research
shows
nothing
is wrong –
NOTHING IS WRONG?!?
(¿Cómo puede ser posible?)
He’s breathing
just fine –
wasting
oxygen:
what a life –
LIFE…
IN A BOX !!
(KNOCK,
KNOCK…)
Oh life:
what
a luxury –
unfunctional
functionality!
And he’s
“in love”,
with
his
dear
lover;
they’re
fucking
from
dusk
until
dawn –
HE,
and
the Behemoth!
Is this
your
beloved
HERO?
This
creepy
and drooling
in the basement –
Heroic,
Lethargic,
NUMBFUCK!
(HALF STONED, FULL STUNNED!)
X.
Chasing
the life,
oh, chasing
a dream!
Not sick,
just Proud…
not sick,
but Empty…
not sick,
just Fraud!
Look
at the
HERO –
long
road
ahead:
TWO legs
NO head!
(Серьёзно?)
XI.
Livestreamed
with
the Zeitgeist:
asked
him for
his guidance;
and Z
whispered back:
WHAT
CURSED
VOICE
is that?
(Wait…
who said that?)
Told
him
to beg,
to try
and yell.
That must help with repair,
if not, tell a prayer.
(Hva betyr det?)
ХII.
Yelled,
and he yelled…
and landed
in Arkham:
hello,
Mr
BAD
man!
(でも、どうやって召喚するの?)
Now,
one
whole
with
the systems
he’s attached to –
life not lived,
but being watched:
HOW ODD, NO !?
One
after
another:
Amnesia,
Parkinson’s,
Bulimia
– AIDS…
plenty
of fun
screwing
The Behemoth –
suffering
in the ward,
waiting
for
a card…
to
declare
a reverse!
(NOT TODAY, SIR!)
Can’t
speak
one
word:
losing it –
all…
HIS LIFE !!
(HALF-GOD
or
HALF-DEPRIVED ?!)
ХIII.
Watching
him from
across –
flying
creatures,
circling,
and lurking…
FLIES or
GNATS?
(Eavesdropping
like bats!)
Emerged
from
the sewer,
then evolved;
and
suddenly
flew!
(Cuckoo…
Cuckoo!)
Climate-proof
– shit-based,
parasitic,
vile –
a FLY
or
a GNAT?
poTATO;
POtat!
(किस तरह का?)
XIV.
Million
years:
from
microbe,
it grew
wings,
then
tiny
lungs!
And
then
evolution
happened –
and boom…
IT:
Spoke,
Moved,
Wanted
MORE,
to Fly
again,
but
only
after
a drink!
(CHEERS!
Capiche?)
Trapped
in this
gross,
sticky,
yet modern
bottle:
SHITTY,
BUZZING,
SPREADING
ITS BEAUTY –
THE HUMAN-FLY!
( It SEEMS like…
but it’s not NICE;
anything but WISE!)
(Kurat?)
XV.
So
WE
ALL
go on –
flies,
heroes,
sketches;
even
OUR
spawn,
children of the future,
creatures
humans
– some useful,
most useless –
all the way
to the cyborgs,
the age of the ice-walls:
LIVING
TOGETHER,
FAKE
BUT
RIGHTEOUS,
GREY
BUT
SELF-INDUCED;
trying
to find
common
ground
without
killing
each
other,
while
betraying
one
another!
(Ama neden?)
Some
want
more,
but
others do
TOO:
come prepared,
there are no fools!
Everyone
wants
to hide –
INSIDE!
Where it’s:
Warm
and
safe,
where
they
roll
the
dice –
in their
MOTHER’s womb!
(Is that a new PERFUME?)
(Weclome to the SWAMP,
TIME is running short:
A LIFE THAT’S IN A BOX !!)
XVI.
SOME
GIVE
A LITTLE…
OTHERS
CAN’T
AT ALL!
(Nuk kuptoj!)
Bloodthirsty –
chomping,
stuffing,
choking;
shrieking
and
cursing:
mothers,
fathers,
daughters
and sons!
Others
are stuffed
and burnt
like
Christmas
pigs
with apples
in their butts,
pardon,
mouths;
starving
and lost
just like
street
dogs!
Now
comes
the time
for EVERYONE TO:
RESENT,
SHAME,
STOP BEING FAKE,
GO PALE,
GET SICK,
AND MARCH
TOWARD
THE COMFORTABLE
SQUARE
CELL!
(Have you seen HELL?)
EVERYONE
who
HAD
will
now
LOSE –
EVERYTHING…
followed
by
THEIR LIFE !!
(NO WRONG
OR RIGHT!)
XVII.
But
listen:
Quiet!
Calm!
Scared!
AND
VERY AWARE !!
(Extrem de precaut !!)
Know
this,
Brothers
and
Sisters:
THEIR
SINS,
with
all
THEIR
power,
like
outlaw
gunslingers;
shamelessly
will
redeem,
beating
their
chests –
until
a CARDIAC ARREST…
AND EVEN THEN !!
THEY’LL
TRY –
like
gentle
Friends,
like
brutal
Rapists –
to play US…
to escape IT!
Not
just
try:
FROM
HERE
I HEAR
THEIR
VOWS;
to their
last
breath…
with
filthy
hands
and
“clean
claws”:
they’ll
dig
the flesh –
TO THE BONE!
Clawing,
fighting…
like
starving
TIGERS!
They’ll WAGE WAR !!
XVIII.
ARE WE
GOING
TO LET
THEM
GO?
LIKE
DR KING,
I
TOO
HAVE
A DREAM!
(DON’T YOU?)
Won’t
WE
grip
tight –
or
just
make
PROMISES…
gossiping
about the gossipist?
(ცარიელი ლაპარაკი!)
Isn’t
it time:
TO PUNISH
THEM,
TO SHOW
THEM…
the Sedated
the Sleeping
the Terribly
caged –
THE BEAST !!
(But, of course,
first we shall feast!)
XIX.
So
between
US –
DIRECT
and
CLEAR:
I’M TALKING TO YOU!
(ʻAʻole maopopo ia?)
You
think
writing this
is cool?
I do it
with a purpose –
you’re welcome!
Supposedly
so
WE
remember!
Because
WE
ALWAYS
FORGET…
AND FORGET!
(Remember ?!)
XX.
Let’s
proceed
properly!
(Yah, yah!)
To YOU
– LADIES
and GENTLEMEN –
Revenge-seekers,
Peaceniks,
Dreamers,
Thinkers…
and all the rest!
We
have
some
time –
NO, WE DON’T!
THERE IS NONE !!
XХI.
And
still
WE waste it:
PRETENDING,
with Tasteless…
Kisses,
and LOUD…
NONSENSE!
(غريب، مش هيك؟)
But
isn’t
it possible:
even
time
itself,
like
a body –
slowly
to die,
or like
a corpse,
slowly…
to ROT?
So
why
waste it:
IF
WE
ACT
WHAT
CAN
WE
LOSE?
OUR
lives,
so beloved –
with bodies
fused
to the couch;
and most shapeless
souls
with no one
to unbound.
(There are many,
but does truly ONE…
wants to unbind
or is it just SELFISH?)
XХII.
So
from
my
heart,
I BEG:
Understand…
Please DO!
(Potreste provare?)
Battle
isn’t
ONLY
COMBAT;
it’s a possibility –
to act
direct,
with
Love,
Precise,
Visible,
even
Kind!
TO COMMUNE !!
XХIII.
But
how
far
will
WE go –
is anyone
left
ALIVE?
(怎么可能知道?)
One
from
YOU,
OR
FROM
US:
to rise up,
and signal
to OTHERS!
WHAT WE
ALLOWED,
HOW WE
NEGLECTED –
And yet AGAIN…
FUCKED IT UP !!
(Laba-daba dub-dub!)
WE
let THEM
curse
OUR
worlds,
and let
every
Helper,
Teacher,
Voter
to get
expelled –
and
still…
“change”
is what we EXPECT!
(We ring its bell!)
Only
wardens
left…
quiet
and most
deadly
but FRIENDS !!
XXIV.
With
life
WE
too –
but
faster –
than
corpses…
ROT !!
HOW
EASY
IS TO
ABANDON
OUR
CHOICES…
SO MANY
PROMISES:
Responsibility!
Trust!
OUR Word!
Patience!
Conscience!
Faith!
Action!
Love!
Truth!
Meaning!
All
the bleeding,
of being…
a being.
(Sangat mudah!)
Without
flinching,
knives
we’re twisting:
OUR
hearts
are made
OF ICE!
XXV.
TERRIBLE
it’ll be
the path
forward –
between
the two
seas!
Too
many
names:
ABRAHAM,
NAAMA;
Jehovah’s
witnesses
flooding
us with
poison –
Wrapped new,
ILL-MODERN!
HARAM:
EVERYONE
SELF-MARINATES –
Oh, APPLE
of EDEN!
(إزاي وصلنا لهنا؟)
Glory
or
Shame –
what
costume
will
WE
WEAR?
(A real one
or a SHELL?)
XXVI.
Here
THEY
come
with
new
offers –
for
OUR
sake:
Let them say
what they have to say!
Should we believe
or not:
I DON’T KNOW!
(SHALOM!)
It’s
clear
what
awaits:
Brexit –
Mass PANIC
a wave of STARVATION,
MIGRATION SENSATION;
Famine
and Wars,
with no
SALVATION!
(روز قیامت)
YOU
KNOW
IT TOO,
BUT
WE’RE
TRAINED
TO ENDURE!
XXVII.
There
in the mirror –
HIDING,
The Gestapo!
(Der wahre Schatten!)
Soul
not
aged
a day,
but
long
gone
and decayed!
I say:
ONE
MOTHER
BORE
US
ALL –
is it
Mine,
Yours
or
Her
FAULT ?!
THEY
know
who
WE
are
and
what
WE
need!
(A SEED TO BELIVE!)
And
again,
we prefer
to forget:
My dear friends,
we live to regret!
THEY’RE
Slowly
transforming US
into –
MERCHANDISE !!
(EVERYTHING
is Personalised!)
XXVIII.
So
I say:
bite
hard
your
lips,
and
clench
your
teeth!
(Grind them
if you need!)
Brothers and Sisters!
ONCE
AGAIN:
We got to do SOMETHING;
I know you have the strength!
(Još jednom, molim!)
So I beg you, hold it
until
there’s
BLOOD –
the victorious…
OH,
THE VICTORIOUS
BLADE !!
ALL THE WAY TO THE END !!
XXIX.
I don’t
know
about
YOU,
but
I’ll fight!
So join me,
PLEASE !!
(We’re recruiting in peace!)
(Prosím vás naposledy,
tak mi odpusťte!)
Against
everyone,
EVERY
vermin –
theological,
anti-theological –
cunning
and
faceless,
nameless
and restless:
All
creatures
without
conscience
and hungry
sponsors!
(AND
I HOPE
ALL THE REST
WILL DO
THE SAME
WITH ME
BECAUSE
AMONG
THEM
I’M THERE,
TOO!)
XXX.
Through
chaos –
I’ll walk!
Still
cutting
and
spitting!
And
eventually –
I’LL SHUT UP !!
*OR I WOULDN’T* !!
(the worst
is yet…
TO WORSEN !!)
So
tell me
how
can
I sleep,
when truth
is so clear,
when the
shadows
no more
conceal?
They
will
try
to bribe me,
BUT…
THEY CAN’T !!
THEY FUCKING CAN’T !!
NOTHING !!
NOT A THING !!
(Próbálkozz, amennyit csak akarsz –
Baszd meg magad!)
I’m not sure how – and if there’s a need – to follow such text. Most likely, countless thoughts are running through your minds – trying to make sense of various aspects of your own lives, and those of others.
Manousos’s words aren’t simply words; they carry something special, something very humane, and if, at any point, my poem made you feel uncomfortable, good. As I said before starting every blog: discomfort is perhaps the best teacher that something isn’t alright, therefore, it’s time to ask more, and mostly more thought-provoking questions.
A little question from me to sum up would be: If we’re all flies in the bottle buzzing for more, or heroes pre-dead-bead situation… what happens when the lid comes off/there is no way back?
Per usual, I encourage you to participate in the discussion by leaving your comments and thoughts – every single one of you matters.
I know it takes time, so don’t rush; let’s call it an end for today.
BOIS and GALS, it was great having you once again,
As always, thank you for your time and attention.
Take care, stay healthy – which in itself means “responsible” – and until next time!
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Sincerely yours,
Ivaniel “Until I Slip Away” Georgiev
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