Californification

Oh u idiots.
They say she's a whore. They say it's like a game of chess and every player awaits his move, that the queen always takes everything and when the king dies, the game is over. But they don't say what happens when you feel empty.





(pana la urma e vorba despre o copila ce incearca cumva sa para matura. ceea ce uneori ii iese, alteori nu. creeaza comparatii si statistici si face din arme jocurile ei. si gata.)


anyways i'll make a rewind to my previous condition.

*tnks matty for those bluffed little words that slipped of my tongue.

I can't stop this feeling

It is so common that we are living in a world full of misconceptions ignorants and stupidity (via down there) that it seems almost futile to speak of such things.

http://www.artlebedev.com/mandership/153/

les petites plaisirs de notre existence

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Misery stimulates the creativity.

We write about music, designs, ads, quotes, people, trends, events. You write about the next president, fashion, pictures, birds, cats, pigs, reading in stars..i dunno. And we hardly write about feelings, about perspectives. About a new stage in our lifes. Today i stopped there for a moment and found myself in this same-exactly unpleasant position.
We write about what we see, mainly about what is outside us, and we rarely convey the inside.
We write because our friend writes it too, we read because our classmate also does it. And still, that's funny because some of you expect that one day this will be a part of their past habits, that one day, they will wake up and be a grown-up.
We just like the way we are, the way people see us when in fact, they see nothing else but the things they are interested in.
Which is also logical.

St. Medications

another state of mind.








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sublim

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

(...)
Ti-am spus vreodata cat de mult iubesc oamenii si dorinta lor de senzational? Imi plac oamenii, zvonurile si totodata interpretarile lor nu doar pentru ca ar putea fi adevarate ci si pentru ca dezvaluie capacitatea infinita a celor din jurul nostru de a crea. Oamenilor le este mult mai usor sa se lase purtati de val pentru ca au dorinta aceea prosteasca de delasare. Uitam toate greselile pe care le facem si cu timpul suntem pregatiti sa le facem din nou sa le repetam ca si cand nu am invatat nimic.
(...)Iar acum stai si te amuzi singur cat de limitati sunt unii prin anturajul inteligenta si conceptiile lor. Sa iti pui increderea pe baza unor prietenii superficiale si sa iti si mai si multumesti tie totodata pentru existenta lor, pentru diferentele pe care le poti face acum si pentru experientele pe care ai acumulat. Eu una asa as face. (...)

M-am hotarat sa-mi pastrez mintea deschisa si nu mai trag linii dupa fiecare concluzie, pentru ca, tot timpul argumentele pot fi rasturnate. In fond noi suntem aceia care nu vor face nimic nou si care nu vor ramane in cartile de istorie pentru ceea ce reprezentam, iar aici, nu putem decat sa ne bazam ca ne avem unul pe celalalt, sa transformam din ceva simplu un lucru minunat, ceva personal, ceva exclusiv pentru noi, ceva care in clipele sale de emotie, sa poata fi de neatins. Te iubesc. (...)

more -> http://www.boredomplayground.blogspot.com/

save a tree, write a blog

another divine comedy, cheesy and unreleased

Hotflush forthcoming, gen.

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Asta pentru suprarealismul femeilor comuniste, carora le mai si place sa fie luate in serios. De ce? tocmai pentru ca sunt limitat de proaste si bune de pus la pastrare.
Si uite-ma cum nu mai pot de bucurie. Purtati-va ca atare dragilor. Cheers.

nothing new to report.

just a general state of whatever

This aint mental groove

• Excepting those remarcable 20 minutes in which he never stopped singing goofy songs such as boyzone-love you anyway, he told me afterwards in terms of absolute value, that alcohol sex and drugs were equally meaningless to him.
• "Just three different ways to have fun. Which related to me, is all well and good, until a girl tries out the same approach."








• And then u complain how come i wonder why you're so f--ked up.
• Look kid.. if there weren't so many miles between us, we would have been (done and again) friends by now.

But two halves don't always make a whole and two years can pass like two seconds. We never change.

resolutions