Tag Archives: Jacek



Gems of a consciousness-stream sparkle in the rushing water. Surrealism issues a newer thought process to me than the Jurassic rationalism. This is gold.

Owl City makes my days more bearable. http://noisetrade.com/?dc=PdGfXo These are some priceless gems. Fear not to click the big orange download button. No bugs or broken rules.

When sneezes wax crunchy, all that remains is for the ringleader to recite, “Ich bin flauschig”.

“Eye searched among the clouds.
Are you there?
And I walked sadly onward through the crowds,
Alone somewhere.” -Sky Sailing  (Blue And Red)

I perceive the fingers of your left hand to be mirrored beyond complexion by the coldheartedness of your famous bookshelf.

Pre-mediate the local motives which entrain suspension for another few bones. NOW.








Bloggy Brain Burdens


I’m lingering in the valley of indecision in regards to how to publicize my blog. I began blogging with the good intentions of giving all my relatives the URL as a means of keeping in touch. However, I’m rethinking. I want to retain the liberty to circumlocute at the expense of the reader’s comprehension. At this point in time the most idoneous option is waiting, and thinking about it more. I get the sense that my blog would become burdenous for anyone who actually subscribed. I mean, in all honesty, how much does a person want duck photos clogging their inbox? Or chameleon clocks? Or, expositions of Deuterocanonical works? Vehement and wordy rants against the male half of the species? Any takers? I doubt it. My blog is one giant buffet for everyone. Come pick and choose; I doubt you will make sense of it all. The moral of the story is, subscribe at your own risk.

The only sensible reason why I metablog (to blog about blogging, truly a lame art in its own sense) about my apprehensions is because this question affects my blogs orientation in a dramatic way. I began blogging for the utility of keeping in touch with the people I love, and now, for the love of blogging, I have been unwilling to fulfill my initial motive.

C’est la vie.

By Jacek Yerka

Six word stories say it all.

Jacek Yerka: Amazing! Check him out!

Favourite things? So MANY, so few.

Don’t like my music? Suffer then.

“Suffer then” =not the original words.


I don’t owe you any explanations.

Am I random? Never, just clever.

Don’t keep me straight and narrow.

I’m who I am. unorthodox forever.

Followers: Subscribe at your own risk.