…
14 Februarie 2007they never leave cause they can’t afford to pay the bill and they wash
dishes for all
eternity
dishes for all
eternity
calculate irridiscence grow mushroom into the dome that shines away for hundreds
of miles there are long lines of people entering it alas they never leave they
drink fluorescent drinks from tubular glasses and they talk o they never cease.
of miles there are long lines of people entering it alas they never leave they
drink fluorescent drinks from tubular glasses and they talk o they never cease.
there is a wit and then there’s cheese and the cat is living on the moon and
you can only see at times but it’s all like a match of sumo and plastic
really should be a basic element of urban alchemy
witness the drone dawn annihilate disbelievers life is a moon light is naked
plastic feed electrons to the great dog.
plastic feed electrons to the great dog.
pigs are nihilists and do not fear nor care much for gods, likewise some
people prefer cupcakes exclusively… pool parties are so playboy-passe with
their tasteless vegetable burgers and rent-a-models… i choose the king of
spades
smoke greed
fear not the gods! they are just puny toys in a bigger game of pool. to each
ball a face. to each color a torture. hail greed!
the coathanger of the gods! they always had a taste for kitch and
collectibles, playing marbles in my mind… scratch the surface you still
save the pigment of the figment
collectibles, playing marbles in my mind… scratch the surface you still
save the pigment of the figment
doing thangka on thin air bound with wires of fire on a steel-sheated frame.
singing gregorian chants of siberian khatru for swarms of little fictive
murderous aliens
murderous aliens
yes in a hot air baloon made of aluminium alloy and looking like a rocket.
polaroid pictures are the best, i swear
a line to end all lines
12 Februarie 2007Some curious and hardly noticeable results flow once
more from this order of writing from left to right. You
will find, if you watch yourself closely, that in examining a
landscape, or the view from a hill-top, your eye naturally
ranges from left to right; and that you begin your survey,
as you would begin reading a page of print, from the left-hand
corner. Apparently, the now almost instinctive act
of reading (for Dogberry was right after all, for the civilised
infant) has accustomed our eyes to this particular movement,
and has made it especially natural when we are trying
to ‘read’ or take in at a glance the meaning of any
complex and varied total.
l’autopsie a revelé que la cause de la mort était l’autopsie
9 Februarie 2007hi there, it’s been quite a while, and that’s because my canon got stolen. it’s a long ugly sad story and i miss the little guy like hell. hope to be getting a new and improved version soon.
long weeks of drunkedness and lassitude have made me quite jumpy while musically riding the subway each morning. sickness calling for revelations, i discovered that
for once, the people’s eyes move like little furry animals, rabbits for example, in a rapid and erratic way. imagine having tiny soft lovable rabbits instead of eyes!
if not, the green tiles at grozavesti station make for a really cool background for a film (the strange and tragic magic of speed, too bad i never bought that pretty book). especially if the fat lady with the beatiful blue eyes matching her sweater stars in it. somebody bring in the popcorn!
speaking of movies, i once rode in the same carriage with eragon, julia roberts and an old guy who was in all the detective movies no less.
now in the quiet hour
24 Decembrie 2006
a little browsing
of old pics
before christmas
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water, water in
But though I tried so hard my little darling
I couldn’t keep the night from coming in
everything looks clean
in the memories
gum, momma
30 Iunie 2006si ca sa nu va mai vad fetele pierdute gen ‘ha? gangpol und mit? cine mai sunt si-astia? (feeder aici), luati un micut sample de delirul care ar putea sa fie.
vatmanul nu si nu (1)
28 Iunie 2006
the reason i’m still blogging the pics? because if i had a printer i’d stick them on my wall and stare at them and find them perfectly ugly the day after. but now, i can look at them here. some sort of virtual clipboard perhaps. yeah, visit away, whatever.
