Specia

fututul de window mi-a mancat postul. asa cum v-ati obisnuit, era foarte misto, probabil cel mai misto lucru pe care l-ati fi citit azi. asa, insa, your day will be fucked. mine already is.

fara intreruperi, iata ce ziceam, dar cu liniuta

- discutiile antropo-bio-sciency despre cine suntem, ce facem, de ce facem ce facem sunt inevitabil depresive. pentru ca se incheie cu intrebarea: “and then fucking what?”. Intrebare la care transhumanismul raspunde, and I fucking love it.

- am visat ca omor niste paianjeni care faceau sex si tipau, si m-am simtit vinovat.

- am povestit cu pofta despre halucinatiile mele, and then cand m-am intors acasa in creierul noptii am avut una foarte, foarte intensa si scurta, and that fucking sucked again.

- scris, bla bla bla, carte etc

- whoopty fucking doo

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Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we’ve learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that’s all we need know, to synchronise
love to the beat of the show.

And we could dance.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

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stii cat de misto e sa nu mai fie, frate, nevoie sa explici nimic cateva ore? sa dai peste cineva cu exact your particular sort of crazy, si sa stii ca poti in sfarsit sa te relaxezi si sa nu te mai prefaci ca esti asa cum vor ceilalti? that’s what I’m talking about. This shit transcends orsice fel de patetica distractie pe care ai putea-o avea agatand pe cineva, “hai sa ne cunoastem mai bine papuse”. This transcends any fucking kind of rush pe care-l ai inaintea unei nopti de sex fara resentimente (ha ha, I guess).  te face sa te simti ca si cum ai fi fost robotor inainte sa stie toata lumea cine esti, si ai fi scris pe blogul asta. Sinceritate maxima.

nu, nu stiu de ce am scris partial cu litere mari. we suck like that.

ieri l-am vazut pe julien in control, ca pe o fantoma. a venit, a vorbit, a plecat. inainte sa apuc sa-i cer un autograf. tot ieri mi-am dat seama ca locul ala e foarte misto in timpul saptamanii, ca pana si oamenii care pun muzica acolo urasc controlul din weekend si ca tuturor (oamenilor in general) le e dor de mansarda lui jumbo sau, oricum, ceva nou de-al lui jumbo, hint hint. a, si ca e tare sa ramai pana cand “hai ca inchide baru baiatu” si taximetristii picotesc toti in taxiurile lor caldute, ca niste copii in uter.

e timpul sa.

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I don’t have to sell my soul
He’s already in me
I don’t need to sell my soul
He’s already in me

I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored

I don’t have to sell my soul
He’s already in me

I don’t need to sell my soul
He’s already in me

I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored

Adored

I wanna be adored
You adore me
You adore me
You adore me
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored

Wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored

I wanna
I wanna
I gotta be adored

I wanna be adored

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problema e ca nu stiu ce vreau, si mai mult decat atat, nimeni nu prea stie ce vrea. imi place genul de libertate de burlac, a la californication, teoretic. teoretic, insa, imi place si genul de relatie a la pushing daisies, so strong ca rupe tot, ca sa zic asa. insa, daca nu te-ai prins pana acum, problema cea mai mare e ca astea sunt niste seriale tv, si ca never ever ever nu ar trebui folosite ca referinte / superlative. pt ca viata bate filmul si te astept aici, in lumea mea, cu surprize surprize etc. pt ca asta face televiziunea, si going there e doar o reteta pt un dezastru. filmele + cartile + tv-ul sunt pentru relatii cum sunt filmele porno pentru sex. entertaining, dar cu zero valoare practica.

am inceput sa ma emotionez la orice fel de film. am impresia ca mi se leaga niste chestii de filme, dar n-am sapat in directia aia. cert e ca emotionez in ultimul hal. comedii romantice proaste, filme serioase, zombie flicks, totul ma emotioneaza, sunt ca o pisica pe catnip.

in alta ordine de idei, am facut rost de pe dc de un playlist de control. not impressed, man, not impressed. dar vine lydia lunch there, so there, ca sa zic asa. cum zicea si m, a love – hate relationship.

bleh, ca sa nu inchei abrupt, imi pica apa din tavan. iar asta, sincer, ma face foarte nefericit.

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A punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?

When in this charming car
This charming man

Why pamper life’s complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”

A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …

A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

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eu as zice sa nu mai incerci sa umpli golul ala din tine cu sex si droguri si rock & roll. pentru ca dupa aia ti-e sila a doua zi. si pentru ca niciodata nu o sa fie de-ajuns.

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The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered

I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate Georges Bataille
Standing at Swedish festival discussing “Story of the Eye”
Discussing “Story of the Eye”

It’s so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too

I’m flunking out, I’m flunking out, I’m gone, I’m just gone
But at least I author my own disaster
At least I author my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I don’t want to hear it
I’m just not available
Things could be different but they’re not
Things could be different but they’re not

The mousy girl screams, “Violence! Violence!”
The mousy girl screams, “Violence! Violence!”
She gets hysterical because they’re both so mean
And it’s my favorite scene
But the cruelty’s so predictable
It makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential
But it’s like we weren’t made for this world
(Though I wouldn’t really want to meet someone who was)

Do I have to scream in your face?
I’ve been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I don’t care

Let’s just have some fun
Let’s tear this shit apart
Let’s tear the fucking house apart
Let’s tear our fucking bodies apart
But let’s just have some fun

Somehow you’ve red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you
No death, no ugly world

You’ve lived so brightly
You’ve altered everything
I find myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells

I’ve played the unraveler, the parhelion
But even apocalypse is fleeting
There’s no death, no ugly world

Sometimes I wonder if you’re mythologizing me like I do you
Mythologizing me like I do you

We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me
You can, you can betray me

But teach me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head
With your lilting effects
Project your fears on to me, I need to view them
See, there’s nothing to them
I promise you, there’s nothing to them

I’m so touched by your goodness
You make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together?
I’m all, all unraveled

But you know, no matter where we are
We’re always touching by underground wires

I’ve explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we’ve raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical now

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why do I even bother? cateodata tot ce e de spus s-a spus ceva. ma distrez pe seama superficialitatii unuia si a altuia, insa nu reusesc sa observ ca eu lucrez in cel mai superficial domeniu din romanica. eu sunt omul din cauza caruia schimbi programul la televizor. eu sunt ala care te enerveaza pe strada. eu sunt ala care-ti umple cutia de scrisori. pe mine ma injuri. sunt ca ala care vrea sa ia premiul nobel pentru pace si ajunge sa lucreze la cea mai naspa arma de distrugere in masa din univers. daca e pe karma, respectiv daca e pe cantitate, atunci nu o sa ajung niciodata sa distrez un numar egal de oameni plictisiti tot de mine, ca sa raman macar pe neutru. iar scuzele, heh, scuzele chiar nu conteaza. clientul e prost, productia fucked up, media a supt-o. nu e vina lor, puisor, ca tu n-ai avut chef sa stai mai mult de 10 minute pe spotul ala, ca tu esti mega blazat si ai chestii mai importante in reader si oricum n-o sa se aprobe niciodata ceva misto.

pdap, las-o dracu, ca nu tin creativi pamantul pe umerii lor. sunt si ei niste sobolani, acolo, in marele svaiter numit corporatism.

v-ati luat bilete la air?

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I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday.

Well, I’m giving myself another one, I have too much to say. Dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna angle for telepathy cuz I don’t know the words to say.

Well, I’m gonna act up but not in your fuckin’ play. I’ll let you win the argument if things still go my way. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday!

I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday.

I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday.

Well I haven’t had enough and I said I had my fill. The past does not exist and I’m told it never will. I guess that I’m stuck here like a plant on a windowsill.

I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday.

I’m gonna tell you what you want to hear anyways. I could give myself a shot, I could get myself a pill. I’m gonna go and try to buy a little more time to kill. I need a can opener, cuz I got some beans to spill.

I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday.

Well somehow or another I fell for every scam. But I was dancin’ on the tin roof, cat be damned. Committing crimes running down the alley. I am the captain and you are in the galley!

I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday. I’m gonna dance all Dance Hall dance all night long right now!

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da ma, mi-am dat seama ca femeile care ma atrag cel mai mult sunt alea care au ceva numai al lor, care sunt interesante cumva. fizic zic. am stat ieri cam o ora si m-am uitat la o fata f f interesanta, ergo atractiva. nu m-am dus la ea, ca nu sunt genul ala de rahat, doar m-am bucurat ca exista si asa ceva pe lume. si am aflat chestii despre ea, circumstantial, gen ca e studenta la arhitectura si ca are 23 de ani. sau 24. which was cool.

and then things turned into something I barely remember. iar acum, prin pacla asta din cap, mi-e relativ greu sa exprim toata simplitatea si toate concluziile minunate la care ajunsesem ieri. erau niste chestii pe care toti le stim si toti le… a, stai, uite: repeta in cap de un milion de ori in fiecare zi: nu o sa impun lumii intregi schimbarile pe care le-am facut in viata mea, in felul meu de a fi, in felul meu de a gandi, for my own fucking benefit; nu o sa impun lumii intregi schimbarile pe care le-am facut in viata mea, in felul meu de a fi, in felul meu de a gandi, for my own fucking benefit; nu o sa impun lumii intregi schimbarile pe care le-am facut in viata mea, in felul meu de a fi, in felul meu de a gandi, for my own fucking benefit; nu o sa impun lumii intregi schimbarile pe care le-am facut in viata mea, in felul meu de a fi, in felul meu de a gandi, for my own fucking benefit.

si atunci am fi toti mai fericiti, mai curati, mai usori si mai bogati. si cu mai putine regrete.

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We can reach the sea
They won’t follow me
The shadows, they fear the sun
We’ll make it if we run!

Run from the memory
Je nage, mais les sons me suivent

Left my name with the border guards
A name that I don’t need
Ce sera un long voyage
Sur les vagues de l’oubli

Run from the memory
Je nage, mais les sons me suivent

Stop now before it’s too late
Been eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate
Nothing lasts forever
That’s the way it’s gotta be
There’s a great black wave in the middle of the sea

Stop now before it’s too late
Been eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate
Nothing lasts forever
That’s the way it’s gotta be
There’s a great black wave in the middle of the sea
For me
For you
For me
It’s always for you

Stop now before it’s too late
Been eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate
Nothing lasts forever
That’s the way it’s gotta be
There’s a great black wave in the middle of the sea

Stop now before it’s too late
Your lover was for hire
Have you noticed he’s been late
Nothing lasts forever
That’s the way it’s gotta be
There’s a great black wave in the middle of the sea
For me
For you
For me
It’s always for you

The sound is not asleep, it’s moving under my feet
The sound is not asleep, it’s moving under my feet
The sound is not asleep, it’s moving under my feet
The sound is not asleep, it’s moving under my feet

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sunt o sincopa. iar tot ce e in jurul meu e sincopat. iata, sunt doar o pauza, iar totul in jurul meu se intampla sacadat. sunt un papusoi locuit de un motor din ala mic si rotund de masinuta cu telecomanda. cu bateriile pe duca. ce bine ca m-am trezit ca e cazul sa traiesc mai bine si sa fiu mai sanatos, cand imi dau seama ca nu am de ce sau pentru cine. la ce bun sa nu mai mori niciodata cand toti cei pe care-i iubesti oricum n-or sa mai existe?

pe de alta parte, stiu ca astea sunt lamentatii de creier in sevraj. stii cum e, pleaca un om de care erau conditionate endorfinele tale, si pac, creierul intra in panica, avand impresia ca a pierdut endorfinele. si-atunci nu-ti mai aduci aminte de rau, iti aduci aminte doar de bine si asa mai departe. un lucru de tot cacatul, daca stai sa te gandesti, ca nu binele fute o relatie, ci lucrurile oribile, de nereconciliat, din ea.

bine macar ca am de stat la birou pana la 1 dimineata. asa pot sa nu ma mai gandesc la niste chestii.

v-am pupat pe fatza.

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Helft mir!

Helft mir, alle Monster des Universums!
Helft mir, alle Götter und Göttinnen!
Helft mir, alle himmlischen Kräfte!
Helft mir

Mir tut alles weh
Ich habe TBC im Herzen
Kinderlähmung im Kopf
Mein Gewicht beträgt 25 Kilo
Ich möchte, dass er zurückkommt
«Come to me, come to me, please come back to me»

Helft mir, alle Monster des Universums!
Helft mir, alle Götter und Göttinnen!
Helft mir, alle himmlischen Kräfte!
Helft mir
Ich versuche, mich in ein Magnet zu verwandeln
Ich glaube, seine Stimme zu hören
Dieses Mal habe ich genug
Ich kann nicht mehr
Und ich will nicht mehr
Ich habe genug vom Leben

Helft mir, alle Monster des Universums!
Helft mir, alle Götter und Göttinnen!
Helft mir, alle himmlischen Kräfte!
Helft mir

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scarba e infinita. scarba te face sa plutesti ca un pufulete (pufuletz?) pe apa. scarba iti da identitate, spune cine esti in aceeasi masura in care spune cine nu esti. ceea ce vreau eu sa spun e ca scarba e buna si ar trebui sa o imbratisati mai des.

pe de alta parte, toata lumea greseste, insa greselile, oricat de marunte, nu fac decat sa erodeze. motiv pentru care un creier limpede si taios ca lumina puternica a diminetii e mai de dorit decat euforia a 100 de mii de droguri usoare si grele. ca sa te scuteasca de.

creier pe care mi-as dori sa-l am si eu. insa in prezenta ofensei, ca sa zic asa, aproape ca nu mai vad bine, atat de umbrit de furie stau. e genul de furie care se strange incet incet in tine, apoi rabufneste cu putere, ca un orgasm. e genul de furie care s-a aciuat in ceafa mea inca de la sfarsitul copilariei, de pe vremea cand am realizat ca nu pot sa fac absolut nimic in unele situatii, oricat de nedrepte. cu alte cuvinte, cam pe cand am vazut ca nimeni nu e, de fapt, super erou. motiv pentru care a aparut furia. care e ever-growing, nu se linisteste niciodata, nu e satula niciodata. foame mereu. iar adolescenta a hranit-o din plin. ma rog, una peste alta, e controlabil totul. de altfel, nu mi-am pierdut niciodata cumpatul complet. insa e singurul lucru care ma face sa nu reactionez pur rational in anumite situatii.

eu cand zic superficial zic neserios. zic om pe care nu te poti baza. zic om care a fost in niste situatii si a demonstrat ca nu e in stare sa ia deciziile corecte, ba dimpotriva, le ia pe cele gresite. lucru demonstrat de deznodamantul situatiilor respective. eu cand zic superficial zic om foarte preocupat de lucruri neimportante, de multe ori. daca ar fi barbat ar fi ala care mai face un nivel pe ps3 cand cladirea a luat foc in jurul lui, iar daca ar fi femeie ar fi aia care se macheaza inainte sa-si viziteze prietenul grav bolnav, la spital. eu cand zic superficial zic despre oameni care fac sex cu alti oameni desi stiu bine ca nu vor, de fapt, sa o faca, dar o fac totusi, dintr-un soi de inertie lipsita de sens si umanitate. eu cand zic superficial zic de oameni care beau pana nu mai stiu de ei in cluburi si apoi zic ca bautura e de vina pentru orice s-ar fi intamplat, in loc sa-si asume mizeriile.

eu daca ii zic lui x ca e superficial, apoi ii zic lui y ca e superficial, o sa vorbesc despre doua lucruri diferite, iar primul superficial va insemna altceva fata de al doilea superficial, ca sa zic asa.

am simtit nevoia sa lamuresc, cumva, teoria superficialitatii pentru ca cineva n-a fost in stare sa inteleaga la un moment dat ce i s-a spus, si a avut niste reactii superficiale pe care, probabil, nu o sa ajunga sa le regrete niciodata. (cateodata superficialitatea merge mana in mana cu multe alte calitati din aceeasi gama).

gata

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my baby said she wanted some action
i said baby, i can’t give you that
i’m a simple man
my baby said she wanted adventure
i said baby, the outside world’s not safe
we should sit down
my baby said she wanted some action
i said baby, i can’t give you that
i’m a simple man
my baby said she wanted adventure
i said baby, the outside world’s not safe
we should sit down

i read all the time about how they fly
like children my mind is filled with playtime
but why must i go out into the cold?
my life is inside, we’re safe, we can hide
i read all the time about how they fly
like children my mind is filled with playtime
but why must i go out into the cold?
my life is inside, we’re safe, we can hide

my baby said she wanted some action
i said baby, i can’t give you that
i’m a simple man
my baby said she wanted adventure
i said baby, the outside world’s not safe
we should sit down
my baby said she wanted some action
i said baby, i can’t give you that
i’m a simple man
my baby said she wanted adventure
i said baby, the outside world’s not safe
we should sit down

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ha ha ha, am vazut un blog de retardati pe wordpress-ul romanesc, m-am super distrat. e un prost care zice “hail hitler” si nu stie ca nazismul e national socialism german. nu intelegeam de ce se numeste creativity romania, dar am aflat intre timp ca asta e un fel de platforma a nazistilor noi de pretutindeni, se ascund sub acest “creativity”. well, in romania si-au gasit un reprezentant de seama, ce pot sa zic, unul dintre cei mai destepti cimpanzei pe care i-am vazut vreodata. daca era om rupea tot. funny times.

m-am cam saturat de drame. ale mele, ale celorlalti, ale oricui. ar trebui sa plecam toti de aici, nu vi se pare ca aerul e din ce in ce mai sufocant? totul e ca o panza de paianjen, f frumos si f fragil. adica nimic nu e cu adevarat acolo, e de-ajuns sa ploua si la revedere, dispare tot ce credeai ca e de neclintit din viata ta.

mi-e pofta de endorfinele de bicicleta.

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When there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know – no you don’t, you don’t
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain’t changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
…

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone’s lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I’ve done
All these things that I’ve done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

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astea au fost zilele oamenilor inalti. nu ca eu as fi cine stie ce piticanie, la 1.83, dar m-am simtit asa. tipe si tipi inalti cat girafele, cat elefantii cu trompa ridicata spre cea mai inalta frunza. nu stiu de unde au aparut si nici ce vor, cert e ca e o invazie.

la fel ca si frigul care ne invaluie de fiecare data cand iesim din aerul cald si bun din casa. s-a cam futut treaba si in publicitate, oamenii sunt dati afara in stanga si-n dreapta, sefii de agentii incep sa fie nesimtiti chiar si cu cei mai buni dintre creativi, stiind ca n-au unde sa plece acum, accountii, intaratati de clienti, devin din ce in ce mai imbecili. cocoseilor, nu va dati seama ca nu o sa tina la infinit criza? nu va dati seama ca toti oamenii de care va bateti joc acum or sa-si bata joc de voi cand o sa fiti nevoiti din nou sa-i pupati in cur?

retorice.

in alta ordine de idei, a murit J.D. Salinger, la 91 de ani, din cauze naturale. inca un motiv pentru care ar trebui sa bagam mai multi bani in vindecarea batranetii. ca sa nu mai moara oamenii misto.

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Darling black-hearted boy,
all the color’s gone out of my ribbon loom
as I’ve only got the worst to assume.
Take your sheet metal sheers;
cut a slit up the the side of my dark blue dress;
for a last time lie your love confess.

Get your gut,
some home made twine-
string up silk your tiger bow.
Don’t paint your board
moonlight white-
go dangle your fishhook out in the gutter again.

You swore you swore you’d never leave
you swore you swore you’d never leave
you swore you swore you’d never leave and now you’re gone and
now I’m-

See the smoke from your kiln-
pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog
as I stand cold with my back broke by the bog.
Find your cross cut saw-
come blunt and jagged dry and try
cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high.

I tipped my toe
on the bamboo strip;
I took stone honey in exchange for my rags.
Don’t dare paint your board
moonlight white-
go dangle your fishhook out in the gutter again.

You swore you swore you’d never leave
you swore you swore you’d never leave
you swore you swore you’d never leave and now you’re gone and
now I’m-

Darling black hearted boy,
I went down to wash my robe in the river;
I thought of you and started to shake and to shiver.
Leaning there on the rocks.
I see myself slip down and float
’til the brackish warm current stops up my throat.

You swore you swore you’d never leave
You swore you swore you’d never leave
You swore you swore you’d never leave

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