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o jumatate de clipa
exact cat dureaza sa ti se umple un ochi cu lacrimi.
cat dureaza sa mori?
ma gandesc la toate lucrurile pe care nu le-am spus.
cat de sigur e momentul in care ai ochii plini
nu mai vezi sa citesti
spital. anestezie. catastrofa.
si poate e cel mai bine asa
as vrea sa vad neclar toate lucrurile.

vreau sa intep cu genele toate gandurile
sa cada pe sacou,
pe scaunele din 9, in subteranul acela plin de straini.
care se uita pe geam, in tunelul negru.
ce e acolo?

2 songs 1 mood :

enjoy! :]

french people.

-do you know Oaes Tayéoh?
-who?
-Oaes Tayéoh!!
-oooooh, you mean ...Wax Tailor?
-oui oui! Oaes Tayéoh!

Beauty Tips

imi place sa intru pe internet
sa vorbesc cu prietenii mei si sa ascult muzica pe youtube
sa vad cine imi mai asculta bazaconiile de pe myspace
si sa cunosc fel de fel de indivizi, in general simpatici.
sa incepem cu, bineintels, Hi5.
cel mai mult imi plac personajele masculine cu ochelari ray ban sau ceva asemanator, de multe ori achizitionati din piata din bucuresti cu 2 euro.
bun bun.
dar incepeti sa fiti prea multi.
avantajul acestor ochelari fabulosi este ca pot transforma infailibil o mutra de Badea de la Lunga Cânicului intr-o mutra de Bob Dylan / brit-rock band-boy.
genial!

de asemenea, un alt trend al fiilor lui Adam este acela de a-si face fotografii dupa principiul Twilight.
pentru baietii care citesc acest articol si inca nu stiu despre ce vorbesc, am cateva sugestii folositoare pentru a intocmi o asftel de imagine:
ce ne trebuie?
-o camera foto destul de performanta
-ultima varianta de photoshop
-mutra apatica (a se exersa in fata oglinzii)
-ochelarii mentionati mai sus*
-bani pentru coafor
* in caz ca nu aveti la indemana ochelarii, editati-va ochii in photoshop intr-o culoare asemanatoare cu urina sau cumparati lentile de contact de culoarea urinei. costa in jur de 5 milioane.
ce trebuie sa faceti:
1. un drum la coafor pentru o frizura asemanatoare cu cea a lui Elvis Presley
2. asezati-va inconfortabil pe un scaun, cu chipul inspre lumina pentru a avea pielea mai alba decat este necesar
3. luati atitudinea apatica exersata in prealabil
4. faceti cateva (zeci de) poze
5. alegeti o poza si albiti-va(si mai mult) fata in photoshop, dupa care dati-i o tenta violet/verde/albastru/gri
6. si cam atat.
acum ca aratati ca o caprioara in putrefactie, puteni poza pe hi5 si asteptati comentarii de genul "poza ta imi aduce aminte de Edward Cullen!"

daca nu sunteti multumit de popularitatea castigata in urma acestei transformari
[si de faptul ca nu aratati ca in poza (slava domnului)] inseamna ca nu va caracterizeaza, si poate ar fii timpul sa incercati un nou look. sfatul meu este ca lookul respectiv sa coincida cu cel din realitate pentru mai multa credibilitate (nu am vrut sa rimeze).

multumesc pentru timpul acordat si sper ca sfaturile mele sa va fie de ajutor
pe curand!

"mardi soir fevre", better than "saturday night fever "!

i've got pretty voices singing in my headphones every time i take the train
they have no faces, only broken hearts.

the forecast ladies live in my mother's little black box so she always tell when the weather is dark,
she's tell me what to wear

but will they believe me when i say
that i saw 22 little men playing football in daddy's room the other day?

i'm a little MADemoiselle in a magic place.
but the best part is that people sell drugs on Mozard Square.

v g

din discutiile salvate in inbox planurile noastre inca asteapta sa ne hotaram.
drumurile pavate cu vise si bani stransi pentru benzina .
mi-am luat o pereche de cizme din ei.
acum ai rugina pe buze, pe telefonul la care acum raspunde prietana ta
si nisip de la mare in papucii de casa.

cate state ne despart? 3?
avem acelasi cer.
si dureaza doar 2h20m un zbor.

"you're the reason i'm traveling on
but don't think twice, it's alright!"

metro republique

you can't kill yourself.
you'd do nothing but burning a body.
a meaningless meat-bag.
you can't really run from yourself you know.
with or without a body, you're the same garbage.
when you're trying to commit suicide, they say "death is not an option!". well yes. death is just something you have to do after you've learned how to love and hate. but how can one succeed through life and all it's demands if there's no time for love? when all they know is putting you on a race.
death ...is not an option; you are a machine.

sur seine sur marne

this new house
this new season's
rivers
like pills

i feel
dead and still dying

dear autumn
that finally arrived.

trains

te ascunzi sub patru straturi de haine ca un secret ingropat in gradina
sau un cadavru invelit in covor si aruncat in mare
asa te simti azi?
iti impartasesc parerea:
vara ca un fier de calcat.
iti musti buzele pe drum spre gara si te bucuri ca a venit toamna
cate secrete ai in spatele lor, Mat?

morning

i know everything about you know everything about me

sunt un corp
atat.
un corp, cu cearcane, unghii rosii si doua piscaturi de tantar.
sunt un corp decapitat care isi cauta sufetul
pentru ca unii spun ca sufletul e o bucatica microscopica undeva in creier
dar de la prea mult zgomot de la renovari, imi aud neuronii murind...
de ciuda.

cred ca sufletul meu e departe, la rasarit.
e in niste cutii pe strada Independentei
si in felicitarile de "la muli ani" trimse Karinei

sau in zilele lungi cu "Vladislav, esti un sclav", in care compuneam melodii oribile si stateam cu capul in jos pe canapea

si in caietele din liceul de arta
pline de caricaturi
din orele de geografie cu Ioana

in povestile lui Adrjan
care are o relatie cu coca cola

cu siguranta e in mesajul de 6 pagini trimis unui necunoscut
si in felul in care imi tremura camera foto la o trupa indie romaneasca
si as fi vrut sa ii spun bateristului ca m-am indragostit de fratele lui

in toate filmele bune
gen Meet Joe Black
toti spun "no regrets"
eu sunt un film cu buget minim
si cu multe pareri de rau

illusion

Caut baiat 18 – 22 ani, frumos, destept, virgin, inalt, spontan, elegant si ateu
Pe post de paznic la beci
Si subtitrari pentru filme porno poloneze.

Cand eram mica vroiam sa am o trupa
Si numele ei era mereu diferit, intotdeauna suna ca al unei echipe de fotbal american.
Imi doresc sa nu-mi uit secretele
Si minciunile marunte care nici acum nu au iesit la iveala
Azi a plouat
si daca as calatori in trecut mi-as lasa un bilet :

25 august 2009
Inca am 1.62
M-am mutat la Paris
Am avut multi iubiti frumosi
Si totusi nu mi-am descoperit nici un talent,
Nici
macar
acela
de
a
termina

un lucru inceput

So what ,if we have bulletproof windows ?
They only keep inside the horrors

we're all sick. but not the same
you are perfect
as long as i'm perfectly wrong

2005

were so cool

everything you need
is to live today.
and if you don't have a reason
wake up thinking that
just before you're gone, you want to remember today like it was the most important day of your life.
because everyone leaves
from somewhere
and everyone dies
of something.
and it doesn't matter what you believe in.
and none of this will matter to anyone but yourself.
let me know if you made it
cause i never did.

trip hop for Fridays of winter that left ruins in spring
when i spent nights finding reasons for all your wishful thinking
used to smoke my
thoughts of December, when you saw yourself dying alone in an old chamber
it took notebooks with lyrics wrote down in rush, a piece
of yellow paper that brought fears to your neighbors.
reminiscences of bite marks, blush, paint and fists
wondering for ages and aging with no relief
no belief drinking cola eat crisps
broken arms,thrug. feelings of you and i
and her, i thought no, not
blue water
sinking in the bathroom water feeling closer
and closer to (what the) hell would you think

....what the hell would you think.

i turn on television and see shivering winds
bored employees on the late night shifts fulfilling dreams with lucky bracelets
cheap love stories, soap shows pop junk
still it all bruises me slow like you did
on your show
sophisticated crematory hotel sign horror nights
i refuse all this smell air getting thicker
hearing doors click, or
I'm hearing myself breathe hating brown eyed breed,i know
you flack snap sniff think I'm thinking vulgar,
but you're a dick and now i need a crying shoulder

Promise - Coco Rosie

fields

my shoulders somehow feel like shaking.
trippin in my mind, my body's in motion
when i'm standing quietly still, approaching commotion,
shocked by the way that we feel.


i could call him vampire, but a vampire's cheap; he's more.
i would've called him ghost if i knew he's less than wind going up and down my spine.
wind that holds me up with his arms, with his hands, with his fingers, on his chest.
don't kiss me, i might wake up.
he took my sanity like thieves take away money from the poor, heartless.
i don't want it back. it feels good. it feels éphémère .
i want to stare into his soul, bathed in his emptiness, forever.
now run away with my time, with my space. cause you made me love.
make me lose everything but you.

Honeythief - Halou