beau bere si masina de spalat spala.
tot aman sa continuu scenariul. se va continua singur?, habar nu am. joseph campbell zice despre autenticitate, a vietii, a povestilor, a sufletului care zace in noi. eu zic da, pe bune, asta e. autenticitate. follow the clues, cred. the white rabbit, poate. the green light, posibil.
m-am oprit acum o saptamana, si chiar mai bine de-atat, din scris, crezand ca sunt intr-o perioada de coacere, poate chiar sunt. am nevoie de povesti noi si de aventura. ma ajuta cineva?!
autenticule, unde esti?
getting down to business.
nu am nimic de spus, as vrea sa plec, detroit, usa, baile herculane, delta dunarii. nu am cu cine. mai astept.
astept.
joi, 21 aprilie 2011
joi, 24 februarie 2011
vreau sa termin punga de forza pe care am inceput-o
si asta pentru ca pot si pentru ca este 12 fix.suntem deja maine si intr-un fel mi se pare ca iar s-a dus o zi aiurea. inchisa in casa, all day long. cu multe, multe ganduri in cap. de la panica la exaltare (almost), nepasare, lene, pofta. nu stiu unde e viata mea autentica. poate asta e motivul pentru care aproape am terminat aceasta minunata punga de cereale forza. ce conteaza, de fapt? my love is your love. and mine is none. poate e doar pentru mine si nici macar. vreau sa inteleg care-i treaba. si de ce s-a terminat punga inainte ca eu sa am lapte in frigider si miere in borcan.
i am waiting for a return. nici nu stiu de ce ar trebui sa ma trezesc de dimineata. damn, it's hardcore!
i am waiting for a return. nici nu stiu de ce ar trebui sa ma trezesc de dimineata. damn, it's hardcore!
sâmbătă, 22 ianuarie 2011
snowing cats and dogs
left the party
it was over for some time
music off, chat is gone
people leaving, piece by piece
disturbing
afraid to be outside, go, motherfucker
denial, denial. fucked up relationship, coming through
wish i was not them, am not
no waiting for the bus, walking high heels
ears full, wet, wet, wet
taxis on side, running
home isn't near
humanity was sleeping that morning
and i was walking home. die pretzel, die!
it was over for some time
music off, chat is gone
people leaving, piece by piece
disturbing
afraid to be outside, go, motherfucker
denial, denial. fucked up relationship, coming through
wish i was not them, am not
no waiting for the bus, walking high heels
ears full, wet, wet, wet
taxis on side, running
home isn't near
humanity was sleeping that morning
and i was walking home. die pretzel, die!
vineri, 14 ianuarie 2011
the healer
is the dealer. my melody. dimlite.
i got it. music is tha shit. again and again. while exercising on the naked floor. or while staring at shoes in the metro. music is that. is what? is what you want it to be.
fills ears, protects from outside, makes smile appear suddenly.
the worm in the metro and the nike sneakers. mirrory glass windows and tubes outside the tube. the coincidence with the lady asking for the same directions.
the waiting and dancing and not being afraid of waiting. coz of music in ears playing.
the say hello. lady guide wearing purple, same as my cowboy boots downstairs.
lila again, leipzig lipscani story of people coming from different parts of the country to sell quality stuff in the middle of bucharest.
art nouveau and flowers.
records label, old one.
banana coffee with too much liquor in it. cannot drink that, i take cream and sugar please, for my espresso.
she talks and talks. about families, mos flo, mayor, making scenes just to get attention from people. people are afraid of eating pizza alone. afraid to ride the metrotube.
automatic pilots on airfrance and courageous romanian riding the turbulence putane out of it.
she is a guide, u know! she knows how to deal people.
brings me an album, tonitza paintings. wannabe be tonitza me? yes, i wanna spicegirl wannabe. coz i got the pink eye.
time is too short for us. we get lost in words. we separate. she has same disease as mother. eats healthy and has sick mother at home. she is special lady. thank you, special lady. she went to the museum after i left her. has beautiful smile. asked what music am i listening to? i said : strange music.
but didn't show her what. exactly.
i wish i did.
would find it strange, indeed. what are we, machines or what?
identity card lady photobooth told me that she wants to see my eyebrows for picture. i looked in the mirror. and i did it. always afraid not to blink when flash flashes.
father shout at. market man, apple seller, you don't have a boyfriend! how do you know? he didn;t answer. i took 5 apples. gonna eat the 1st one right bout after finishing here.
ionatan!
exercise brain, exercise social skills with currant beer. sweetnsour. making conversation why?!
home. at last.
ache my back. something's burning.
snow or no snow on saturday?
tomorrow, there is none!
dim it
i got it. music is tha shit. again and again. while exercising on the naked floor. or while staring at shoes in the metro. music is that. is what? is what you want it to be.
fills ears, protects from outside, makes smile appear suddenly.
the worm in the metro and the nike sneakers. mirrory glass windows and tubes outside the tube. the coincidence with the lady asking for the same directions.
the waiting and dancing and not being afraid of waiting. coz of music in ears playing.
the say hello. lady guide wearing purple, same as my cowboy boots downstairs.
lila again, leipzig lipscani story of people coming from different parts of the country to sell quality stuff in the middle of bucharest.
art nouveau and flowers.
records label, old one.
banana coffee with too much liquor in it. cannot drink that, i take cream and sugar please, for my espresso.
she talks and talks. about families, mos flo, mayor, making scenes just to get attention from people. people are afraid of eating pizza alone. afraid to ride the metrotube.
automatic pilots on airfrance and courageous romanian riding the turbulence putane out of it.
she is a guide, u know! she knows how to deal people.
brings me an album, tonitza paintings. wannabe be tonitza me? yes, i wanna spicegirl wannabe. coz i got the pink eye.
time is too short for us. we get lost in words. we separate. she has same disease as mother. eats healthy and has sick mother at home. she is special lady. thank you, special lady. she went to the museum after i left her. has beautiful smile. asked what music am i listening to? i said : strange music.
but didn't show her what. exactly.
i wish i did.
would find it strange, indeed. what are we, machines or what?
identity card lady photobooth told me that she wants to see my eyebrows for picture. i looked in the mirror. and i did it. always afraid not to blink when flash flashes.
father shout at. market man, apple seller, you don't have a boyfriend! how do you know? he didn;t answer. i took 5 apples. gonna eat the 1st one right bout after finishing here.
ionatan!
exercise brain, exercise social skills with currant beer. sweetnsour. making conversation why?!
home. at last.
ache my back. something's burning.
snow or no snow on saturday?
tomorrow, there is none!
dim it
joi, 23 decembrie 2010
dupa cat ?
I got new improved preview. Sexi.
Am iesit din casa si-am citit in autobuz, cu Mount Kimbie in urechi. Am citit cartea pe care am gasit-o intr-o zi, pe un scaun la metrou, e dintr-alea care apar dintr-o data si sunt best-sellere. Asa scrie pe ea. Cica "cum sa iti recapeti increderea in umanitate", sa fie asa, oare? Are 60 de ani tipul, personajul principal, Jerry Battle il cheama. Are destule probleme si un avion cu care ii este frica sa iasa noaptea. Pe cer cu el. E cam deprimat tipul, cica e asa de cand se stie. Si totusi, zambesc cand citesc. Nu m-am interesat, acum m-am interesat e nascut in 1965. Deci sa zicem ca se simte batran, daca si-a ales un personaj sexagenar (ah, e prima oara cand folosesc cuvantul asta, oai, oai) Mda, am citit, mai am, o sa ii scriu un review, caci va trebui sa plasez cartea intr-un loc public, sa o dau mai departe, sa o impart si cu ceilalti, asta a fost deal-ul cand am gasit-o. E un program educational, se pare. Si nu e singurul, sunt singura. In orice caz, stiam ca Sabina, inspre care am intarziat pe drum spre, a intarziat si ea. Mai mult decat mine, are de parcat o masina intr-un oras in care masinile. Si-atat am avut de spus despre masini. Sunt prea multe. Nici asta nu conteaza, atat timp nu dau peste tine. Nu in timp ce parcheaza. Sabina a fost bine, Ferentari party, la fel de bine, drumul spre casa si mai bine, cu Daniel, care poate chiar citesti asta, nu?! Te-am prins, Yo!
Adaptation is next, coming up next on laptop screen in quiet, lil house with people, cats and dogs, and rain, sleeping in it. Am gasit un bilet cu : Tati, treziti-ma ca vin cu voi de dimineata." Sper ca am retinut. Un scris urat, mama, mama, pe graba, inainte de somn, sor-mea care cateodata horcasforaie. UNde se duc de dimineata!? Voi afla peste 5-6 ore. Voi fi acolo, in bucatarie~!si voi intreba: Unde va duceti??? ca Eu ma duc sa ma culc! HAHAHA!
Am iesit din casa si-am citit in autobuz, cu Mount Kimbie in urechi. Am citit cartea pe care am gasit-o intr-o zi, pe un scaun la metrou, e dintr-alea care apar dintr-o data si sunt best-sellere. Asa scrie pe ea. Cica "cum sa iti recapeti increderea in umanitate", sa fie asa, oare? Are 60 de ani tipul, personajul principal, Jerry Battle il cheama. Are destule probleme si un avion cu care ii este frica sa iasa noaptea. Pe cer cu el. E cam deprimat tipul, cica e asa de cand se stie. Si totusi, zambesc cand citesc. Nu m-am interesat, acum m-am interesat e nascut in 1965. Deci sa zicem ca se simte batran, daca si-a ales un personaj sexagenar (ah, e prima oara cand folosesc cuvantul asta, oai, oai) Mda, am citit, mai am, o sa ii scriu un review, caci va trebui sa plasez cartea intr-un loc public, sa o dau mai departe, sa o impart si cu ceilalti, asta a fost deal-ul cand am gasit-o. E un program educational, se pare. Si nu e singurul, sunt singura. In orice caz, stiam ca Sabina, inspre care am intarziat pe drum spre, a intarziat si ea. Mai mult decat mine, are de parcat o masina intr-un oras in care masinile. Si-atat am avut de spus despre masini. Sunt prea multe. Nici asta nu conteaza, atat timp nu dau peste tine. Nu in timp ce parcheaza. Sabina a fost bine, Ferentari party, la fel de bine, drumul spre casa si mai bine, cu Daniel, care poate chiar citesti asta, nu?! Te-am prins, Yo!
Adaptation is next, coming up next on laptop screen in quiet, lil house with people, cats and dogs, and rain, sleeping in it. Am gasit un bilet cu : Tati, treziti-ma ca vin cu voi de dimineata." Sper ca am retinut. Un scris urat, mama, mama, pe graba, inainte de somn, sor-mea care cateodata horcasforaie. UNde se duc de dimineata!? Voi afla peste 5-6 ore. Voi fi acolo, in bucatarie~!si voi intreba: Unde va duceti??? ca Eu ma duc sa ma culc! HAHAHA!
duminică, 1 noiembrie 2009
miercuri, 28 octombrie 2009
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