Lysergia

2011-09-23T19:51:00.002+03:00

At Life's restaurant:

Garcon, excuse me, but this is not what I ordered. I asked for a piece of friend but you brought me a plate of people-who-dont-give-a-fuck-about-me with lies topping.

"Sorry, but we've been out of friends for a long time"

Well change the fucking menu then.
You are deffinitely not getting a tip.

Vegetable

2011-04-15T01:29:00.001+03:00

"Treated with gamma rays, marigolds either explode into mutations or wither and die. Whatever the result, the flowers are forever altered."

That's my heart, a marigold, and that's the world, a huge gamma ray. And i will be forever altered, my precious flower.

Geneza

2011-02-25T23:00:00.001+02:00

Din haos făr’ conştiinţă
Amandoi au luat fiinţă,

Dintr-un haos fără nume.
L-au numit cu a lor glasuri
Şi i-au spus că-i a lor lume.

El la ea :
Se uită omul, şi se pierde
Printre forme şi un fel de
Zâmbet strălucitor.
Când dintr-o peşteră a minţii
Eva strigă doar minciuni.
Cu limba-şi gâdilă toţi dinţii,
Ea te pierde, dar vrea ca tu
Singur să te aduni.

Cu iasomie şi cenuşa
Ochilor, şi-alte licori,
Crezi că-nvii dar defapt mori ;
Lilieci, fantome, abur,
Vin din sânge, flori de laur,
Părul ei – boboci de aur,
Eva-l vrăjeşte.
Şi din al ei pantece gol
De un măr se scotoceşte,
Îl găseşte,
Şi îi dă lui şi el mănâncă
Fruct din Eros, măr himeric,
Adam moare pe o coastă
Sub un zâmbet alb, feeric.

*

Lasă acum, de vei lăsa
Vraja ei, şi viaţă veşnică
Eu îţi voi da.

-Nu, noi venit-am împreună
Împreună să trăim.
Fără de care balanţă
Şi haosul e în declin.
Căci pântecul ei e tot haos
De unde viaţă luminează,
Căci aşa cum ea distruge
Tot aşa ea şi creează.

2011-01-28T20:44:00.002+02:00

Into another world.

Post number one

2010-12-21T00:58:00.003+02:00

And i'm down to a new era. There's a huge process of change taking place inside me. And on the outside, too.
I am like an island which is being repopulated after a natural disaster swept off an entire civilization.
I'm God's changing of plans.
I'm DaVinci painting Monalisa's brows on, after 500 years of no facial hair.
I'm my own new source of joy and relaxation.

There are more optimistic posts to come along with my change. Cheers.

Insomniac

2010-11-28T10:20:00.004+02:00

I'm so tired, i haven't slept in a hundred years.
I've watched the world revolving and the people coming and going. Cause that's the human nature, pleople come, people go, nobody will ever stick around long enough for me to give a shit about them. Not anymore. When i used to sleep like a normal human being, i used to judge people. But one hundred years of observing have led to a much better understanding of the phenomena called "consciousness" and "ego". There's no universal right or wrong. Everybody acts according to their own definition of good and bad. If someone hurts you, if someone steals your cellphone, if someone sets your Ikea sofa on fire on purpose, they are not doing an universally wrong thing. The action may be wrong from your point of view, but perfectly right and motivated from their side.

Then, why should we get mad? Why should we care? What's the point?

People come and go. 90% of them talk about love and draw stupid unshapely hearts and celebrate the Valentine's day. But they have no idea of what love means. Still, they search for it their entire lives.
I used to know what love is. I used to know a lot of things.
I used to feel more.

O-bla-di-o-bla-da

Maybe it's just the lack of sleep.

2010-11-20T11:40:00.001+02:00

Cu pacatele impaca-te
Si daca nu stii de ce esti in stare, incearca-te

2010-10-29T17:40:00.002+03:00

Abre los ojos.
I'll tell you more about my dreams, one day...

Artefacte/ De-as fi Pigmalion... dar nu sunt

2010-07-25T12:43:00.004+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MFCVjciTBE

Muzeul din mine e plin de coridoare şi statui
Cu voci reci de marmură în care să te-nneci
Dar urechile mele (toate) sunt lacuri seci

Doar spre o statuie mă uit pe sub geana grea
Şi toate simţurile îşi întorc capetele spre ea:
În palme o port, e fragilă, de ceară.
O las să plutească pe lotuşi ofiliţi,
Ea-şi blesteamă ne-viaţa şi lotuşii-nnegriţi
Cu verdele-i buze cu gust de absint
Şi ochii ei vineţi care nu mă mint.
Ea e Amor cu mâinile tăiate
Ca Venus, în muzeul din mine.

The last supper

2010-07-25T12:29:00.003+03:00

[Drawing by me]

Don't forget to say a prayer before you eat.

Bless, O Lucifer, this food to our use and us to thy service, and make us forget of the needs of others. Amen.
Although this prayer is more suitable for humans, not for chickens.

2010-07-15T12:19:00.003+03:00

[photo by me, Piata Victoriei subway station]

People passing by me in waves, and i can be a pebble for them to step on or i can be a mountain instead. Do i get to know the others exactly as much as i get to know myself?
There's nobody but me on Earth. I'm laughing at myself, i'm crying at myself, hateing myself, loving myself, fucking myself, cheating myself and still, me and i, are best friends.
Cheers, drinks on me.

Altfel

2010-06-24T14:51:00.003+03:00

(photo by me, Coltea Hospital)

George Bacovia - Altfel

Omul începuse să vorbească singur…
Şi totul se mişca în umbre trecătoare -
Un cer de plumb de-a pururea domnea,
Iar creierul ardea ca flacăra de soare.

Nimic. Pustiul tot mai larg părea…
Şi-n noaptea lui amară tăcuse orice cânt, -
Şi-nvineţit de gânduri, cu fruntea în pământ,
Omul începuse să vorbească singur…

Despre mine

2010-06-10T14:58:00.004+03:00

Am fost mereu printre ultimii la catalog la scoala si printre ultimii ca importanta in vietile tuturor. Si in ambele cazuri poate fii plictisitor pana se ajunge la tine. Si cel mai rau e cand stomacul tau devine casa pentru fluturi, dar asta doar de fatada, pana isi construiesc casa in inima. Si asa, cu aorta perforata si sangele otravit de aripi, aflat printre ultimii ajutorul o sa vina foarte greu. Cam dupa ce Nilul se revarsa si tu te reversi in Nil. Sau nihil sine deo. Si e greu, nu poti avea niciodata succesul care iti este bagat pe gat din toate partile vestice si estice, si ajungi sa fii ori artist ori sa faci istorie.

Crematoriul Cenusa

2010-06-01T16:23:00.005+03:00

Zilele trecute am fost la crematoriul din parcul Tineretului.
(Photos from an old crematory which is out of use now)

Noapte alba(by me)

2010-05-11T22:03:00.005+03:00

Fum negru ascunde umbre şirete
Lăsate de mine acum pe perete.
Miros de păr ars, miros de văpaie,
Îmi iese din pieptu-mi de fată bălaie

(Din argint şi cenuşă îmi fac o licoare).
Ţi-e umbra frumoasă ca amorul când moare,
Ţi-e umbra urată ca omul când naşte;
Şi ochii-ţi vicleni fumeaza oglinzi,
Pieptul îmi arde: scântei pân’ la grinzi,
Am fruntea fierbinte.

Moarte pentru somn(by me)

2010-05-06T19:54:00.003+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfJpE3ruQ_c [pentru vise placute]

Culori şi forme topite în mine,
Ochii-mi cer din ele mâncare.
Ochii sunt fericiţi în nepăsare.

Văd tot ce eşti
Şi eşti un eu mai mic;
Atingerea se pierde în nimic
Căci în multe lumi acum mă plimb,
(Şi toate nefireşti)
În patul de colţi în care mă schimb.
...
Ciocan de lumină îmi sparge visarea
Şi carnea greoaie se întinde pe mine,
Ochii-mi crapaţi se deschid şi mă-nchid
Într-o fărâmă de cosmos; arde ca un acid
Lumina.

Momentul 0

2010-04-29T19:52:00.006+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLKHIbSlZ28

Scânteie,
Vibrez ca un sunet
Într-o femeie.

Înot spre ieşirea din pântecul Dumnezeiesc.

Spirale desenez cu mica-mi uimire
Şi micul meu trup; doar o cale găsesc,
Şi nu pot decât să mă gândesc,
Cum spirale am şi-n deget
Şi în păr,
Toata viaţa am sa mă rotesc?
...

Evolutia omului de la nastere pana la iubire

2010-04-28T19:56:00.004+03:00

Mă joc, căci nu te văd.
Te văd - nu mă mai joc.
Te ştiu şi îţi dau foc.
(Cenuşă, praf)
Te inspir - nu mai ai loc
...
În mine.

Secolul meu

2010-04-26T22:23:00.002+03:00

(ganduri vegheate de numai 13 primaveri)

Vreau ploaie...
Vreau vânt...
Să curgă şiroaie,
Să măture pe pământ.
Vreau păcat,
Păcate să adun,
Căci simt că am mai fost pe-aici
Când am fost bunici,
Când am fost cuminţi (oare când?!).
Acum, ca nicicând, sunt;
şi mă simt prezentă în stropul mărunt
Aşa cum numai eu am putut să simt
Veacuri în care n-a trebuit să mint.
Oare când? Oare vis?
Oare spirit compromis?
Blestemaţi la paradis
Noi nu vom muri,
Vom rămâne aşa mereu
Pierduţi un secol,timpu-i greu
Pe umărul meu...
Ancestrali şi futurişti,
Oameni vii şi oameni trişti.
Cu mâna întinsă spre viitor,
Cu fruntea-ntoarsă spre trecut,
Noi de acolo ne-am văzut
Şi ne-am zâmbit cu un rictus obosit.
Plouă.
Bate vânt.

Spectacol de teatru pentru Zamolxes

2010-04-23T14:35:00.006+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=im-GqatHPBE

Dracul mă muşcă
Şi aruncă-n pereţii
Ce creeaza o cuşcă
Focuri pe nas, foc în tablou,
Foc în icoane şi tăceri de cavou;
Strigăte de luptă,
Cheam-o armată...
Dracul m-aşteaptă
C-o privire deşteaptă.
Icoanele ţipă crispate În ramă,
Le este frică de-o altă dramă
Pierdută pe cruce
În timpuri ca acum.

Aplaudaţi, chipuri de lut,
Ascunşi de ochii zeilor!
Zâmbiţi cu zâmbet mut.

Mai presus de drac nu sunteţi
Căci iubirea n-o-nţelegeţi
Şi mai presus, poate, nu sunt.

2010-04-22T21:09:00.002+03:00

Ce faci Doamne?La mine nu te uiti?Un batran in piele bronzata de focuri din priviri,un copil cu ochii arsi si mari si tristi care plange dupa comfortul vaginului din care a iesit.Eu sunt o matriosca,cu 20 de papusi inauntru,una pt fiecare an in care am purtat costumul minciunii...
Costumul minciunii care intre timp a devenit armura si apoi rugina,si apoi a devenit o scarba dar si o nevoie subtila...
Si sunt un tablou,pe pielea mea au pictat iubitii mei iubire,cu buzele.
Si sunt un cos de gunoi in care aceiasi iubiti si-au aruncat sentimentele si cuvintele despre incredere.

Si zgarii,si o sa zgarii pana rup membrana asta de personaje care ma tine legata si o sa ma imprastii.
Si nu o sa ma mai gasiti.

un joc straniu

2010-03-05T20:46:00.003+02:00

Oameni ce dor asa cum ii vad,si doare ca nu-i simt,si doare cand ei nu simt nimic...si se schimba,se rotesc si se preschimba,in spatiul vid al unui filtru de tigara pe care o fumez cu ei.Ai pasat fumul de idei inspre plamanul meu,atat de bine se simte la inceput si atat de special,dar pana la urma tot cancerigen e.Fumul...
Copil cu obrajii arsi de lacrimi sta acum pe-o margine de cer ascutita ca lama unui cutit fabricat pt crime.Copil spalat in veninul ochilor sai,venin spalat in aghiasma sufletului sau aproape pur.Picaturi ce-i cad din ochi intr-un desert ce si-l poarta in palme,si in loc de creioane colorate,deseneaza pe chipuri de oameni,cu zambete.
Si lacrima cade intre lumi vechi si noi,si fiecare lacrima are o lume inauntrul sau,si un inceput si o menire si un mantuitor,si din haos inceputa si spre haos intorcandu-se,la fel ca mine...
Un copil ce va plange pt ca nu mai e capabil sa te creeze in mintea lui asa cum ii placea cel mai mult.

Cat mai e gramu de realitate?

2010-02-19T00:11:00.001+02:00

Ar trebui sa mai scriu ceva pe aici cand am timp.

2010-01-29T16:22:00.002+02:00

Cand animalul tipa sa evadeze din carcasa
Sufocat,traumatizat,mutilat,
In carcasa de viermi si minciuni roasa
Exilat,uitat...
Ranit,sangerat;vomitat in sange albastru,
Ridicat din noroiul omenirii:
Doare?
Ti se pare.

acvatice

2010-01-26T23:38:00.004+02:00

[continuand o idee,dandu-i noi intelesuri]
Eu cred ca eu fug in timp,si il fac sa vibreze cu respiratia mea,iar cand zic "eu" ma refer la noi,iar cand zic noi ma refer la tot ceea ce percep in jur.Oameni nu inseamna decat eu, toti suntem uniti,legati,plutim ca acelasi ocean.
Pestii mei ii mananca pe pestii tai uneori,si de prea multe ori varsam vapoare cu petrol in apele noastre comune,si asteptam sa ne curete "ei".Care ei,ca numai noi suntem?Politicienii?Ei nu conteaza in realitate mai mult decat conteaza Marea Egee pentru oceanul planetar. Masonii? ca Marea Baltica.Dumnezeu?dumnezeu e o perla dintr-o scoica,la care toti pestii ravnesc.
Pestii mei vor aer,noroc ca au maini sa respire prin scris.Apa mea e cam tulbure,ma zgarie nisipul.Pestii mei vor iertare de la parintii lor pe care i-au ucis fara mila,si de la icrele lor pe care le-au mancat intr-un act de canibalism la ne-mamifere.
Asteapta sa se scrie despre ei in presa de maine.

[pe un ton de idee obosita]
Ton,pastrav sau crap?

Aici se termina tarmul meu,si se termina cu stanci.

Egocentrul

2009-12-20T16:17:00.004+02:00

Lasă-mă să văd
Până unde am să rup luna în bucăţi,
Să văd dacă ajung la mijloc
Sau nu am putere deloc
Să rup ce n-am creat?

Apoi am să te rup pe tine
În acelaşi fel,
Dar cu un alt ţel:
Vreau să te rup
Ca să te refac
Sub aceaşi forma
Dar amestecat...cu bucăţi din mine
Printre bucăţi feline.

declaratie de independenta

2009-12-20T16:10:00.003+02:00

Zile goale,fara haine,prinzandu-se de mana
Trec prin marginile noastre,
Ne despart contururile.

Ma aduni dintre pereti
Ai spart geamul
Si ma scurg printre cioburi si baieti
Si totusi ne avem unul...pe altul.
Si nu putem sa facem saltul
In aripa din noi
Caci penele sunt moi
Iar zborul va fi negru.

Si totusi imi ascut creionul lung cat o rabdare
Si-am sa desenez iar contururile noastre
Ca o forma care
Tremura de frigul unei ierni albastre,
Nefaste,
Vorba zboara,desenul ramane,
Liber.

Click here

2009-10-05T12:23:00.005+03:00

Hello,hello...is there anybody out there?

Mircea Dinescu - Sunt tanar, Doamna

2009-09-30T19:44:00.004+03:00

Sunt tânar, Doamna, vinul ma stie pe de rost
si ochiul sclav îmi cara fecioarele prin sânge,
cum as putea întoarce copilul care-am fost
când carne-mi înfloreste si doar uitarea plânge.

Sunt tânar, Doamna, lucruri am asezat destul
ca sa pricep caderea din somn spre echilibru,
dar bulgari de lumina dac-as mânca, satul
nu m-as încape în pielea mea de tigru.

Sunt tânar, Doamna, tânar cu spatele frumos
si vreau drept hrana lapte din sfârcuri de cometa,
sa-mi creasca ceru-n suflet si stelele în os
si sa dezmint zapada pierdut în pirueta.

Sunt tânar, Doamna, înca aripile ma tin
chiar de ating pamântul pe-aproape cu genunchii,
aceasta putrezire ma-mbata ca un vin
caci simt curgând prin dânsa bunicile si unchii.

Sunt tânar, Doamna, tânar, de-aceea nu te cred,
oricât mi-ai spune, timpul nu-si ascute gheara
desi arcasii cetii spre mine îsi reped
sagetile vestirii, sunt tânar. Buna seara!

Tomorrow

2009-09-14T15:51:00.007+03:00

Tempus irreparable fugit.
Asta spuneau latinii.Ca timpul fuge ireversibil.
Eu cred ca eu fug in timp,si il fac sa vibreze cu respiratia mea,iar cand zic "eu" ma refer la noi,iar cand zic noi ma refer la tot ceea ce percep in jur.Oameni nu inseamna decat eu, toti suntem uniti,legati,plutim ca acelasi ocean.

I stand here and i know where i stand.And it doesn't matter if my conscience is a little altered by some substance that i would and i will leave anonymous.
I am eternal.

If you smoke something before listening to this,it is genious.

ora agapis

2009-09-13T00:32:00.003+03:00

"Are you reaching out for me?
Like i'm reaching out for you."

Ora agapis[greek]=love hour.Made for and with the help of...someone special:)

today

2009-09-12T12:19:00.005+03:00

I've got this ghosts playing music in my head,lately.This monsters playing soccer with my ideas.Ideas bouncing up and down into my head.Suspicious thoughts falling in love with eachother and procreating,more and more... It's like,i've got a rusty nail stuck in my brain and it keeps bleeding,but this kind of blood only has nightmares for bloodcells,it's the kind of blood even a vampire would hate and run away from.
So i'm twisting and rolling from side to side on my bed,twisting and rolling in holy smokes from my cig,and nothing happens but myself.The world feels dead,hmm or i might just be mistaking beauty from truth.I'm not sure anymore what my world is composed of,it's metamorphosing.The center of gravity is changing.My world is not in economical crisis.There's no global warming.Air planes have not yet been invented.Nor AIDS.Nor wars...although i've been through some battles,battles of ideas in my head,the battle for winning the literature contest at school,the battle for the remote control in my living room,the battle for the sun[Placebo-Battle for the sun ,that's one thing that does exist in my fucking world,among others].
Nor hate.
I'm lighting up one more cancer stick.The atmosphere gets warmer and more pleasant.
Warm me up and breathe me.

:)

2009-08-29T22:49:00.001+03:00

What do i know?

2009-08-26T21:28:00.009+03:00

What if one day i just become indifferent?
What if one day i won't care at all?
What if one day i tell you that?
Would you give a flying shit about it for more than 2 hours?

Preparing to take off in 4...3..2... destination:Lysergia
Error!Error!
The flight has been cancelled for tonight.
Evacuate.

21 grams

2009-08-25T00:37:00.001+03:00

"How much does life weigh?
They say we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death... everyone. The weight of a stack of nickels. The weight of a chocolate bar. The weight of a hummingbird...
How much does love weigh?
How much does revenge weigh?
This Fall, fate weighs in."

Anyway.That's one hell of a good movie:)

breathe me

2009-08-13T23:27:00.006+03:00

Playing with my tiny little universe.You are my satellite.
Presently absent.
Absently present.
I am.
You are.
Are with me.

Ma doare interiorul capului,captusit cu o totdeauna nevrotica.Tremur.Fruntea imi mangaie palma,palma mi se lasa in frunte,imi mangai degetele cu un fir de par blond.Par blond.Parul se revarsa ruginit pe obrajii inmuiati in masti de tot felul,masti hranitoare cu extract de minciuna.Parul meu e ca o matura care matura masca.
Tu ma rehidratezi cand ma prafuiesc.
Eu mai trezesc cate ceva,cateodata chiar pe mine...acum nu.Acum vreau sa visez asa,cu fruntea sarutandu-mi palmele si tamplele,si privirea impuscandu-mi ochii,si sangele imprastiindu-se pe zidul dintre mine si orice

Plec la mare,
albastru,sarat,zambet frumos,lucios de marmura,verzui,rasuflare,2 beri,ochi,gura,ud,umbra,lumina,joc de umbre,galbui,amorteala,inchizandu-ne doi,ochii,acum visez,deschizandu-se ochii,
alb,doar pereti.

lukewarm

2009-07-21T20:10:00.003+03:00

Is this what feels like dying?
God?
Oh yeah,you have no idea of this because you're so... immortal.
Want me to describe it?
Every night i feel death's breath right into my face.Almost every night i think "this is it,this is my death",yet,when i wake up the next morning and realise i'm still living,then that becomes the best day of my fucking life.And today was the best fucking day of my fucking life,over again.Each night dying,every following day i feel more alive than ever.It's strange how[or maybe it's absolutely natural] we can really perceive life only after we've faced death.We can perceive the world only by constrasts and comparisons.As in,we can't say something is big if we haven't seen a smaller one before.On the other hand,we can't say something is small if we've never seen anything bigger.As an example.
And i'm a happy person.I really am.
And during daytime,i'm so full of life people gather around me as if i were a magnet.People need positive energy,they want life.Life runs away from death.People run away from the dying.
Life's just a moment,and so is death.A moment.There's no past and no future,there's only present.There's only one moment of life,repeating itself for as many times as we want and can.Then,we put together all the moments we lived and form the past,wich is nothing but pictures and ideas in our minds.Then,we imagine some more pictures and put them together to form the future,for some comfort.It's hard to think that time doesn't go on,we do. We are eternal.I am.

„- (Meditând.) Muribunzii ar putea, cu ultima suflare, să-nvârtă nişte roţi atât de puternice, încât să scoată pământul din zona noastră nenorocită. Numai că nu le dă prin gând să sufle toţi odată. Murim dezorganizat, asta e.”

Empty

2009-06-20T00:30:00.001+03:00

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Go On Tripping

2009-06-15T19:07:00.003+03:00

Seeing comes before words.The child looks and recognizes before it can speak.Each evening we see the sun set.We know that the earth is turning away from it.Yet the knowledge never quite fits the sight.The bridge that would somewhat connect the two is the key of dreams.
But before seeing,and before anything else comes feeling.And what we feel never,ever quite fits the knowledge or the sight.

luni de fiere?

2009-06-13T01:01:00.002+03:00

undeva candva
lumea se-ntampla
dar nu stiai ca era a ta
undeva candva
ai uitat sa simti, ai stiut sa minti, si nu-i asa?
stai in tine
si iti doresti sa intalnesti
pe cineva candva in care poti sa crezi
fara sa te vinzi, fara sa te pierzi

Open your eyes and dream on.For fuck's sake.

I'm not happy,today.Today is over.

feel

2009-06-02T20:35:00.003+03:00

Epilogue

2009-06-01T21:12:00.002+03:00

I'm writing the epilogue of a story that hasn't even properly started.But i already know how it's gonna end.The magic will stop feeding our dreams soon,and then,we as in "we" will be an empty hole,as you and me are nothing but strangers.Living on different planets.Eating the same food.But living on different planets.Our galaxies won't collide.
But...i'm through.

I keep changing in the normal unusual way.Expanding my horizons or trapped in an ego directed,produced&played movie loop?I don't know.
Ego.
Ego is an illusion.
Ego is my illusion which generates a world of illusion and illusions of illusions staring at their illusions.
Well...I'm through.

Sometimes,i simply watch people around me and see how superficial,androidic,alone they are.How single and separated are we from eachother.How socializing is just another illusion.Somehow,it's in those moments that people get more attracted to me.
Now...I'm through.

Cate ore mai avem?

2009-05-25T20:24:00.004+03:00

Tot ce sunt este străvechi.
Toţi sunt unul, suntem toţi
Rupturi de vis, bucăţile unui întreg;
Eşti făcut să crezi doar ce nu poţi.

Ora iubirii,
Ceasul stă pe loc de milenii
Şi iubirea suntem noi,
Rupţi din ea şi creaţi goi...
Orele zboară în nori
Şi noi zburăm să le-nţelegem.
Sărim secol peste secol
Să-nghiţim eternitatea şi s-o vomităm în gol.
Câte ore mai avem?

2009-04-20T02:28:00.003+03:00

"We've got heads on sticks
You've got ventriloquists"

Download Radiohead - Kid A

I cannot sleep without this,music is what cures my insomnia.My ears are dangerous listening devices.And I'm soon off to lalaland.
Happy happy joint joint.

"Staring at the shadows at the edge of my bed"
....

2009-04-17T22:57:00.003+03:00

Fun does not have a size.

When i die burry me,hang my balls on a cherry tree,let them get ripe,then take a bite,and if they don't taste right...don't blame me.

Out of my jeans i come and into my dusty guitar i go,laughing my lungs out at smelling your presence,but you won't let a thought come out your mouth,waiting for the messiah.
You try to handle your anger management problems,but i,i can't even get angry anymore,although i should.But no.Perfect state.
You're funny,simple as you are.

I jump over your head and find myself rolling,and rolling,and rolling...melting into the surrounding...nothing.

ZEN thoughts

2009-04-17T19:51:00.003+03:00

Save the whales. Collect the whole set.
A day without sunshine is like, night.
On the other hand, you have different fingers.
I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.
I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
He who laughs last thinks slowest.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.
Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your week.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.
Get a new car for your spouse. It'll be a great trade!
Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.
If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.
I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell happened.

chapter y

2009-04-13T23:00:00.002+03:00

Big expectations.
I could have been on the top of whatsoever,I could have done so many things.Sure.
Then my imaginary perfect friend covers my ears but that won't keep my mouth shut.
Yet,i can't say anything.I don't want to say anything.Float.Sitting in the corner of your big expectations,i'm open.
Float.
Open.
Naked.
Smile.
Happiness is within me.Don't try to tell me otherwise.
I'm floating in here.

2009-04-12T19:13:00.002+03:00

Download Garden Of Delight - Northern Skies

Chuck Palahniuk said it for me

2009-04-12T18:28:00.002+03:00

"You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you."

"Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need."

Fly

2009-04-11T17:13:00.002+03:00

I'm on the top of an ordinary-looking mountain,but i know it's not.It's the mountain i've built out of uniqueness,it's like so special,y'know.Here,on the top,the air's too thin to the point i can't breathe,and yet,not even Death would climb up this high for me.I can hope for anything.The possibilities are infinite,cause this is nothing less than the top of the world.Looking down,i can see the Acropolis and the Kremlin.There's the Colosseum,lions fighting and ripping gladiators apart.
"This is your world.Jump!"
Worms and bees are rotting away.

Flashback.
I was once locked up in a cave,licked and bruised by the homo scientis majority,the ones that stuck sharp,shiny cyber teeth into me.
End of flashback.
So this is the world,and there are all of them,down there,shouting to me.
"Jump!"
I won't.There's just one more step to eternity.You won't have this.
Like a bee in a jar.
Fly.
Like a worm in the sky.
Fly.

Evolution

2009-04-06T23:38:00.001+03:00

It's not gonna end.It's ascending.I am.

drifts

2009-04-06T22:48:00.002+03:00

I'm looking at this beautiful sky,all full of shining stars,shining like cold glass shivers ready to stick under someone's skin,I'm looking at that porcelain-like moon that is,in fact,just a white little spot in the background,so why don't we just ignore it?I'm thinking about how romantic this night could have been.
The more we try to understand and make up the world,the more we are losing contact with it.
How does it feel like dying?Can one's self end completely just like that?Can something as huge as the ego disappear with something as little as a bullet?
Hey God!Hi.My name is Alexandra.Sinner anonymous.I need you.I'll bring you back to life,God.Create yourself,God.Make yourself perfect,God.You are mine,God.

Far,far away from us there is this little,bright star called Rho Ophiuchi.Burning in the center of its nebula.Stars are so pure in their brightness and so bright in their purity.Rho Ophiuchi could be my little center of purity.
Is sky the limit?
Then God says "See for yourself!"
And I reach up for Ophiuchius and God gives me his hand.I'm floating,oh,i'm floating.I can touch the stars!I grab a little one and swallow it and it burns my tongue.And sky is not the limit.
God,hold me,please,don't you drop me!
And God answers "Trust me."
I'm filled with trust,OH-MY-GOD!I play football with Mars and Jesus comes to play with me.
Alien attack!
Green little spiders come towards me flying on a paper spaceship.They landed in my hair,oh,God,help me!!They're eating my brains and burning my eyes!God,Where are you?God?!

Wake up.

chapter x

2009-04-05T18:37:00.002+03:00

I'm off wandering what's inside my bones,my skin is crawling between the teeth of the black-light lamp demons.I ate their hearts,now they're coming back to rape my mind with endless monologues.They're inside my head,now,pushing and kicking and squealing like it's Christmas dinner and they're in the menu.The sparkles in their eyes are burning my tongue.What should i do?
They are still babies,crying for Heaven,but all i got for them is some crappy cannabis ice tea and nicotine.Lose yourself in the smoke.Just for a moment.Ciggarette-Release.Why do i need this cancer stick?Because maybe cancer is what will bring us together,God.And together we are going to rule the fuckin' Universe,Father.And then I'm gonna need no more Lucky Strikes,no more coke,no television nor french fries,nor any of the tiny pieces of glittering shit that i've been taught i should be happy for."Be happy for what you've got". I know so little about all i've got,and no one actually cares.
She will forever lose herself in front of me,she knows my mind way too well,saw almost every side of the glass diamond in my head which i use to cut through reality on a daily basis,but she can't put it all together.It's like having all the pieces of a puzzle and not being able to put each in the right place.
I'm gonna shove a smart speech up her royal ear,see what comes out her ass.I'm not being rude,i'm sure she doesn't understand a thing.The alibi is perfect.
While she sings sounds heard by none,as her hair flows down on me,the black-light demons fall asleep to her voice.That's what i love about her.

Corydon

2009-04-04T20:07:00.003+03:00

Sunt cel mai frumos din orasul acesta,
Pe strazile pline cand ies n-am pereche,
Atat de gratios port inelu-n ureche
Si-atat de-nflorite cravata si vesta.
Sunt cel mai frumos din orasul acesta.

Nascut din incestul luminii cu-amurgul,
Privirile mele dezmiarda genunea,
De mine vorbeste-n oras toata lumea,
De mine se teme in taina tot burgul.
Sunt Printul penumbrelor, eu sunt amurgul...

Nu-i chip sa ma scap de priviri patimase,
Prin parul meu vanat, subtiri trec ca ata,
Si toti ma intreaba: sunt moartea, sunt viata ?
De ce-am ciorapi verzi, pentru ce fes de pase ?
Si nu-i chip sa scap nici pe strazi marginase...

Panglici, cordelute, nimicuri m-acopar,
Cand calc, parca trec pe pamant de pe-un soclu.
Un ochi (pe cel roz) il ascund sub monoclu
Si-ntregul picior cand pasesc il descopar,
Dar iute-l acopar, ca iar sa-l descopar...

Celalalt ochi (cel galben) il las sa s-amuze
Privind cum se tin toti ca scaiul de mine.
Ha ! Ha ! Dac-ati sti cat va sade de bine
Sarind, topaind dupa negrele-mi buze.
Cellalt ochi s-amuza si-l las sa s-amuze

C-un tainic creion imi sporesc frumusetea,
Fac baie in cidru de trei ori pe noapte
Si-n loc de scuipat am ceva ca un lapte,
Pantofi cu bareta-mi ajuta zveltetea
Si-un drog scos din sange de scroafa, nobletea.

Toti dintii din gura pudrati mi-s cu aur,
Mijlocul mi-e supt in coreset sub camase,
Fumez numai pipe de opiu uriase,
Pe bratul meu drept tatuat-am un taur
Si fruntea mi-e-ncinsa cu frunze de laur.

Prin lungile, tainice, unghii vopsite,
Umbrela cu cap de pisica ranjeste
Si nu stiu de ce, cand plimbarea-mi prieste,
Cand sunt multumit c-am starnit noi ispite,
Din mine ies limbi si naparci otravite.

Din mine cresc crengi ca pe pomi, matasoase,
Si insasi natura atotstiutoare
Ea insasi nu stie ce sunt: om sau floare ?
Sau numai un turn ratacit printre case,
Un turn de pe care cad pietre pretioase ?

Sunt cel mai frumos din orasul acesta,
Pe strazile pline cand ies n-am pereche,
Atat de gratios port inelu-n ureche
Si-atat de-nflorite cravata si vesta.
Sunt cel mai frumos din orasul acesta.