Magyar

Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley

The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...

A random thought about being a writer (handwriting sample included)

Being a writer is like...

Visszatértem! Dschorsaanjo's back! o moku e moku Kamala
mi nasa, la sina nasa, la mi mute li musi e kalama...

Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem...

This post is in Hungarian! Please don't worry, I'd be writing it in English if it was about things that I activaly do in English. But this happened to be one of the very few exceptions that heavily language-dependent (at the moment at least)

Nemrég feltöltöttem a Szerettem őt új verzióját, valamint az eredeti "végleges" verziót. De mi vezetett ahhoz, hogy újra fel kelljen töltenem egy verset, pedig még a cím se változott?

Finally I realized that I'm able to write posts while taking a shhhhhhhhhhhh... releasing the waste.

It's 2 hours till noon, or in this case, 2019.

I'm still looking for stuff to upload (and uploading contantly), then I found this one... It's titled Everything you've got.

After he finally finished the work on design, he was able to move on and start uploading the sh*te that he called his poems and other written stuff -- a.k.a. writings (of various genres).

'Tis my very first blog post where I talk about the making and history of this site (or rather about it's current iteration).