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.

- 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."