Archive for December, 2006

Dupa o revelatie la ora 3:40si ceva a.m., putina insomnie, si un trezit GROAZNIC la meschinaria universala robotistica, nimic nu poate fi mai bun ptr a intretine Iluzia…Basmul…Xanax-ul personal decat…..

CABARET!!!!!

“and don’t forget to bring her back when you’ve finished wit her…..”…. *starry-eyed in semi-auto-induced vibrant vibe*

iaca ia – hm

just midstorm….

fara sa pot realiza altceva decat culpabilizarea ca acum sunt nevoita sa make up (intr-un weekend) for WEEKS IN A ROW de non-actiune si tergiversare de parazita cu fite.
Ufa.
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Cu asta ma chinui. Si ma voi tot chinui. A bon entendeur, salut.

Norwegian Hammerworks Corp. – by Madrugada

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That’s the point
All right in 1998
It’s getting hard to go to sleep at night
And hard to get up in the morning
I tell myself, I’m going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
But this is not the truth
There’s no sign of no big break down
It’s just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse
‘Til they get all the way around
And then eveything turns out alright
In one single flash I see both shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
Pop-craving critics curving
A doctor tried to cure me of these cells
I stopped seeing him
I heard nothing more about being mentally ill
In one single flash comes words, no poetry
Did you put on weight
I take two, not one
A man with one arm
Best beer ever to come out of Belgium
If you kept drinking like this it wouldn’t have to be
It’s not like I’m real hateful with our friends, our beloved friends
VCR, last goodbyes, this is not the time for all I love you’s
This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
This is where the hammer hits, this is its golden tongue
There speaks no more, this is the same that were never moved
This is the tsar at will, this is where the hammer hit, this is when the turnpike
This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
With the hands of love, with the hands of love
With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love yeah
With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love
With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah
With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah
With the hands of love yeah, uuh shalalala with the hands of love yeah
Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah
Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That’s the point, yeah
This mechanism can succesfully be adapted to almost everything
Things like personality, man enters the room feels like someone just left
Pain, loss, mother to silence, guitars and tambourines

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That’s the point
I tell myself I’m going too hard, too rash, too long
Too long
Yeah, I tell myself I’m going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
But this is not the truth
There’s no sign of no big break down
It’s just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse
‘Til they get all the way around
And then eveything turns out alright
In one single flash I see both shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
a record pump bills table crash a carpet

… in the eye of the beholder

Tindersticks all the way
Prea poetica ptr a fi Zorro, prea rizibila ptr a fi Sacher-Masoch :)ca se passe de commentaires

and the fur begins to fly…

Ma depersonalizez atunci cand trebuie sa fac abstractie sau sa trec cumva peste penibilul unei situatii. De exemplu, a cara o cutie de vreo 30kg cu carti, pe plin bulevard, facand “pit-stop” din metru in metru aproape, rasufland din greu si tusind ca ultima tuberculoasa romantica wannabe. Uf. Sau cand mananc falafel si tabule la restaurantul libanez “Paradisul” (*poodle*)cu o ex-mare pasiune de a mea, de care am nevoie sa pot face misto in continuare la modul dulce-acru si care nu inceteaza a se purta ca ultima pula eliberata subit de sub jugul destinului. Sau cand cu alura de cunoscatoare frec cu Biocarpet un jeg de covor, in timp ce my roommate tocmai s-a saturat sa bata covorul jeg geaman si il ia in suturi, vrand literalmente sa-l transforme in covorfermecat. Sau cand o colega imi spune ca arat ca si cum as fi iesit din storcatorul de rufe, in timp ce eu imi trag nasul si cer zece mii ca sa-mi iau un ceai.
In astfel de situatii banalo-pitoresti, pun o mascutza nonsalanta de I’ve-seen-it-all, si ma gandesc la campuri cu papadii, Zazie in metrou, acadele dinalea spiralate si plate cat casa, si la dearest WKW. Asta in timp ce ating in treacat cu ghiozdanul burdusi, standul cu “pietre pretioase”, saluri si sutiene (fostul chiosc de casete din copilarie) de la metroul de la Universitate, ignoble, “tripata”(odios cuvant) si cu creierii aiurea as always.
Lexi a facut azi descoperirea ca urmeaza sa stau in acelasi bloc cu Urania cea (in)famous care prezice mersul astrelor bla pe Tele7abc…sau B1tv… sau OTV… whatever…
Asta impreuna cu taximetristul dement care avea in torpedou o solnita pregatita pentru jupuirea&tortura cu sare aplicata pe rani a primarului sectorului 4 atunci cand o sa-l prinda la vreo zi nationala, ceva.. deci astea doua au fost highlights-urile sociale ale saptamanii.Si cum ar zice acelasi taximetrist bocciu-psycho, “Ba pardon, s-avem rezon, cum ziceau inaintasii nostri, da-i dracu'”.
Mi-am luat in sfarsit “American Psycho” si “Aleea Soarelui” doar ptr sufletelul meu. Si noua decoperire muzicala => My Brightest Diamond, foarte foarte visator-muzicali. Despre “Visitor Q” vom pastra tacere, cause I’m not sure I actually stomached such grotesquely funny transgressions, dar mai nou in seara asta ma chinui sa termin d vazut “Even Dwarfs Started Small”. Pe mein Mutter oricum am speriat-o iremediabil cu rasetele piticilor batrani, hehhe.

in rest, drifting off, ascult Bjork si The Postal Service, deschid ochii mari de uimire cand ma gandesc ca anumite lucruri s-au materializat nesperat de usor, pe cand altele nu, dummass me, si asa mai departe. Tot cu “Platonov” in brate, dormitez in metrou, si ma pregatesc sa ma uit la “Visitor Q”

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