Tuesday, January 23, 2007

langa locul de basm in care zeeny isi duce fermecata existenta s-a aciuat o - sa-i spunem asa de dragul aparentelor, desi cu totii stim ca este rodul salelor puturoase ale lui scaraotchi - pisica.

ca si cum nu ar fi fost de ajuns apartenenta la rasa blanoasa pisiceasca, dracia mai este si in calduri. altfel nu se explica sunetele care par scoase pe fundul unui corn englez corcit cu o orga dogita.

progenitura iadului are accese de vocalize tocmai cand zeeny are de lucru, cu fereastra deschisa, ca deh, e miezul verii in calorifere. daca Murphy nu are inca o lege pentru asta, i-o scriu eu.

colac peste pupaza si gratie vremii primavaratice, au reinceput lucrarile la casa de vizavi, care au produs primul strigat de exasperare asta-vara. va fi o primavara viata lunga.

nota: zeeny constata cu aceasta ocazie ca sufera de lipsa majusculelor si de asemenea de o temporara indepartare de sine, manifestata seniorial prin folosirea persoanei a 3-a. speram sa ii treaca

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Reinventing Man Ray

Got so bored lately I sought inspiration: today - Man Ray


my version:

Note: no water has been harmed during the making of this. Nor, for once, tears have been shed. That's PS in all it's glory :) ... and mine :P

and another experiment gone kinda wrong:


my version:

Monday, January 08, 2007


I'll post again a text i've written a while ago. I'm recycling.

I love the internet.

It's my best friend, my favorite past time, my library, my discotheque, my teacher, my classroom, my cinema, my art gallery, my bench in the park, my dark secluded table in the coffee house, my throbbing buffer, my cognac avant and my cigarette apres, my room 101, my tribune from where I deliver my babbled speech munching a mouthful of pebbles.

I had a revelation. Last night the stupefying intoxicating reality hit me: you are never alone on the internet. You cannot whisper, tiptoe, cry, or die , there will always be a prying ear, a banging in the floor or a knock on the door, a kiss of life with halitosis, a cold defibrillator on my bare chest. There is always some sort of B.B. watching and jerkin off to my tune.

But then again, I keep pulling back my curtains every night when I go to bed. My exhibitionism thrives on your voyeurism.

I love the internet. And the internet loves me too.

much later edit:
i hate the god damn bloody interenet

Sunday, January 07, 2007

We live in a world of smart beautiful people!

And that has been tonight's joke. Good night, everybody.

am back

Sorry about the shut down time. :)

Am back now. With no vengeance.