Sunday, December 23, 2007

Holy Jolly (Xmas Schedule)



4:30 - wallow in self-pity.

5:00 - stare into the abyss.

5:30 - solve world hunger.
Tell no one.

6:00 - jazzercise.

7:00 - dinner with me.
I can't cancel that again.

7:30 - wrestle with my self-loathing.

I'm booked.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Point and shoot



Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love...

Saturday, November 17, 2007

pick one



Tuesday, November 13, 2007

there is no crystal ball



the magic is within

Die Flut



in ein anderes großes Leben - irgendwo.

iar, fereastra verde

Saturday, November 03, 2007

by morning i'll be gone



everybody's gotta learn sometimes

a temporary dive into parrothood



he hates Janis >:)... not unlike his owner

I would've called him Stew...ie, if he were mine, which, fortunately for my sanity and his health, he ain't.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Au secours pardon


Au secours pardon, originally uploaded by -zeeny-.

Frederic Beigbeder la lansarea cartii Iarta-ma! Ajuta-ma!

Monday, October 22, 2007

I fell in love with a bad bad man




...

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Soft evening fluff (rare)


Thursday, October 04, 2007

i can see clearly now


Saturday, September 29, 2007

I stopped having sex

...and started growing tulips roses



P.S. What's better than roses on your piano? Tulips on your organ.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Azi am primit o castana

In the end, it's not the (28) years in your life that count. It's the cuckoos in your nest.



Thursday, September 27, 2007

No saint

I was going to kill my heroin.
(subtitles: Trebuie sa-mi iau heroina)

But I've changed my mind.
(Dar m-am razgandit)



Again.
(Din nou)

I'm afraid I might have to kill someone else instead.

If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?

Monday, September 24, 2007

Best Sunday in donkey's years

It so happened that yesterday proved me that even I can have a good day, an option long erased from my to-do list.

But yesterday it just happened. The sun shining like crazy, the sky so blue I felt like an alien.

No music in my ears, started to make googly eyes at the people around, who suddenly came to life.

First corner: bump into a big fat kinda ugly rocker mom. Next to her - the sweetest thing: a little rocker to be, less than half my age, dressed by the book - stretch jeans, baggy black T-shirt, belt chain, earrings and long hair. In my time, boys never looked like this. :-/

Next corner, bus stop. Earthly discovery: even nuns have sharp elbows when it comes to getting a seat in the bus. My ribs felt blessed. My heart skipped a beat. I stood awe stricken.

PS. the best turn on... off... on best uncategorized turn of the morning: finding on the pillow hairs belonging to women of different colors and lengths.

Leading to... Yesterday's quote: "You see, they say that people shrivel up because they have an imagination. So, don't imagine anything, you'll become brave as hell."


What will our contestant do? Behind which door lies sheer bliss?

Friday, September 21, 2007

Now icecream for you

...now I don't.


autoportrait au froid

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Lake of Tears

Povesti cu oameni gri sub luna plina, ceruri purpurii, lumi ciudate, infumurate de ierburi cosmice, intunecimi demonice si flacari ale nebuniei ascunse, paduri dupa asfintit, cu umbre lungi in taramul corbilor, cu ape dulci si pietre de mormant. (continuare)









Friday, August 31, 2007

Bouquet de nerfs

Good news: Sibiu is still there, with the same overwhelming effect. Sibiu makes me happy.



Bad news: Sibiu is still there, with the same overwhelming effect. Sibiu makes me sad.

Dunno-how-to-label-them news: an ex is getting married and I'm invited to the wedding; another ex seems to be getting married and I know it from hearsay. Sibiu has as many ears as its eyes.


Dans le derisoire I am lost.

Oh, and I saw Jethro Tull.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Caut suflet antiglont



looking for bullet proof soul

It's getting cold on this island

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Of all the idiotic ideas



^This^ tops' em all.

Facts:
- boredom period kicks in with every approaching birthday;
- must find surrogates for real changes;
- exhausted all mild possibilities: tattoo - check; hair color - check; nose piercing - check; eyebrow piercing - finally, check that too;
- must hurt myself to see if i still feel?;
- (self) mutilation will do just fine;
- conclusion: my common sense decreases with age. It's sad to make such discoveries about your own self. I must have a shitload of supressed frustrations i'm trying to cover up.

Is there a Freud in the house?

Facts about tongue piercing:
- hurts like hell.
- hurts like fuckin' hell.
- the whole thingy takes about 2 min.
- the pain dwells on and on.
- last solid food ingested: 4 days ago.
- thank god for blenders.
- mispronouncing T's, S's, Ch's.
- getting more and more spiritualized by every apple sipped through a straw. Idiocy comes with a price prize.
- taking turns in feeling like Demostenes, while babbling on the beach, with a mouthful of pebbles and like a big toothless baby drooling uncontrollably.
- surpassed hunger. Working on how to quit breathing, too.
- ouch.
- slaps forehead.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Azi la Marcuta

Eu cu ochii zgaiti in sus si armati de fotografie.
Ea mica, stirba, alba si in negru.
- Sarumana, mama, te uiti la dumnezeu?


Cateva realitati, din care unele adevarate:
Bunica imi spunea saru'mana si chiar mi-o saruta cand ii aduceam ceva bun. Mi-e foarte dor de bunicul.
Zambet impleticit de copil mare si greoi la minte. "Sa spun si eu sarumana?". Ochi jos din tavan cu o expresie inexpresiva de tabula rasa.
Cateva replici care n-au fost spuse, pentru ca nu-s cabotina si ipocrita decat pe dinauntru.
- Nu, mamaie, ca n-as sti sa-l recunosc.
- Nu, mamaie, dupa aia n-as mai face niciodata fotografii.
- Nu, mamaie, se uita el destul la noi toti.
- Nu, mamaie, ca mi-e rusine.
Numitor comun: Nu.
Nici un moment:
- Unde-i?!
N-am mai facut nici o fotografie.



As vrea sa dorm acum.

O ora jumate mai tarziu: sau macar acum?

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Socot ca totu-i bine



Il las pe Sisif la poalele muntelui. Ne întoarcem întot­deauna la povara noastră. Dar Sisif ne învaţă fidelitatea su­perioară care îi neagă pe zei şi înalţă stîncile. Şi el socoteşte că totul e bine. Acest univers rămas fără de stăpîn nu-i pare nici steril, nici neînsemnat. Lupta contra înălţimilor e de-ajuns spre a umple un suflet omenesc. Tre­buie să ni-l închipuim pe Sisif fericit.


Am obosit.

Acum un an
eram un corb.



Monday, August 06, 2007

Saturday, August 04, 2007

L'homme est un roseau picolante



Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail


"Vampire isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind."