melodia zilei

cage the elephant - ain't no rest for the wicked



stereophonics - brother



the verve - love is noise



Audioslave - Seven Nation Army

post scriptum la David Lynch

... google says: The inside story on transcending the brain, with David Lynch, Award-winning film director of Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks, Mullholland Drive, Inland Empire (filming); John Hagelin, Ph.D., Quantum physicist featured in "What the bleep do we know?;" and Fred Travis, Ph.D., Director, Center for Brain, Consciousness and Cognition Maharishi University of Management.

film de sambata seara

inland empire - david lynch - that's a fuckin' strange movie!!!

david lynch:

And isn't it ironic... don't you think

Wiki zice asa:

A schooner (pronounced /ˈskuːnɚ/) is a type of sailing vessel characterized by the use of fore-and-aft sails on two or more masts. Schooners were first used by the Dutch in the 16th or 17th century, and further developed in North America from the early 18th century onwards.

According to the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica, the first ship called a schooner was built by builder Andrew Robinson and launched in 1713 from Gloucester, Massachusetts. Legend has it that the name schooner was the result of a spectator exclaiming "Oh how she scoons", scoon being a Scots word meaning to skip or skim over the water. Robinson replied, "A schooner let her be."^[1] According to Walter William Skeat, the term schooner comes from the word scoon, while the sch spelling comes from the later adoption of the Dutch and German spellings.

vasul arata cam asa:



sau asa:



... trebuie sa recunosti ca arata misto... te-ai plimba cu asa ceva... ai vrea... dar nu poti... decat daca: (Wiki zice...)
La Amistad (Spanish: "Friendship") was a 19th-century two-masted schooner built in the United States but owned by a Spaniard living in Cuba. The ship was notable as the scene of a revolt by African captives being transported from Havana. When they took control of the ship in July 1839 and were later captured by the US Navy, La Amistad became a symbol in the movement to abolish slavery. The ship was taken under control by the United States, resulting in a legal battle over the status of the Africans, as importation of slaves into the US had been prohibited since 1808.

... e cam ironic sa numesti un vas pt comertul cu sclavi "Prietenia"... dar lucruri 'ciudate' se mai intampla

the return

...azi ma intorc in bucuresti... dar numai pt 24 de ore
... o sa stau iar la stop-uri si o sa ascult:

Cake - Long Line Of Cars

albumul saptamanii

...Cassandra Wilson - "Thunderbird"

De ce? ::: Pt k o femeie poate sa faca blues-ul sa sune mai bine; Nu e tot timpul nevoie sa fie o voce baritonala/guturala de barbat.
Pt k influentele folk ale americanilor, suna mult mai bine decat la alte... nationalitati
Pt k e o muzica pt ploile de vara sau dupa o zi lunga si obositoare cand ai nevoie de ceva linistit; Ai putea zice ca e muzica de chill ''old-school"
Pt k e cazu' sa mai asculti si altceva

din pacate nu am gasit o melodie de pe acest album pe net, dar am gasit ceva la fel de bun





Daca esti curios cine este aceasta tanti click aici

prieteni imaginari sau campanie antialcool

o bere: prietenii imaginari sunt pentru nebuni
2 beri: prietenii imaginari sunt inventii ale unei minti... bolnave (hai sa fiu ingaduitor... a unei minti singure)
3 beri: prietenii imaginari se/te ajuta la nevoie
4 beri: prietenii imaginari sunt pretutindeni, trebuie doar sa-i accepti
5beri; prietenii imaginari nu te contrazic si sunt itotdeauna alaturi de tin
6 bri: pritenii imaginariiii cand te contrzci.,.. e nasol rau
77brei: prieteniii imgnri nu pleaca
81 ber:: prieteniii lu' prieten imaginar a vnit si ei... nasl rau
9 breiiii: preitnii imaginariiII alearga dupe min prin cmrea camare cmaera camera

36

... am fost la condus... in urma zilei de ieri am facut un pariu cu instructorul meu si anume ca eu nu o sa fac punctajul eliminatoriu la traseu.... mai exact ca o sa ma descurc si totul va merge bine.
... dupa primii 200 de metrii aveam 36 de puncte (si asta daca am adunat bine!?)... sunt extrem de incantat... imi vine sa bubui

vacanta rules... sometimes

am fost ieri la piscina..... am crezut k o sa stau o ora.... asa a si fost
.... asa k m-am intors.... am mai stat inca 5 ore.... m-am jucat de-a 'Baywatch', 'Waterworld', 'Sink the Bubble', 'Clorul si copiii'
... dupa aia era sa adorm la terasa.... poate chiar am adormit?!...

vacanta voastra cum e ?


P.S. apa nu era... exact ca in imagine... dar cam p-acolo

cern_voda... pt incepatori

...oraşul a fost fondat de colonişti greci sub numele de Axiopolis în secolul 4 î.e.n. ca punct de comerţ cu dacii din jur. Se crede că oraşul a fost reconstruit de legendarul domn muntean Negru Vodă, astfel ar putea proveni numele său "cerna" (cernîi) în slavonă însemnând negru. O altă versiune este că denumirea vine din slavonă având semnificaţia de apa neagră. Aceasta se poate corela si cu numele râului Carasu din vecinătate, care în limba turcă are aceeaşi semnificaţie de apă neagră.

... pitoresc, nu?!?... acum daca am vedea altfel...

Cernavoda, epicentrul traficului de persoane

Gravidele si copiii din zona Cernavoda se pot iradia cu tritiu

Cernavoda, scurgerea de HCl oprita

“Magnet” ucis de un poliţist, la podul de la Cernavodă

Periferia Cernavodei, curăţată de capacele de canalizare

Un bărbat din Cernavodă care a dat o alarmă falsă cu bombă, condamnat la închisoare

Voiculescu, Tender şi Arhiepiscopia Craiova vor să investească la Cernavodă

Constănţean urmărit internaţional, reţinut la Cernavodă

Adolescentă dispărută,găsită moartă lângă ecluzade la Cernavodă

Încă o adolescentă dispărută din Cernavodă, găsită moartă în Dunăre

Reportaj in "The Independent" despre retelele de prostitutie de la Cernavoda


.... iar la incheiere.... desert

cum ar trebui sa arate stirile de la ora 5

... i shit u not... astea sunt pe bune:

1. ATHENS (Reuters) - Nine British women were facing prostitution charges after being arrested at the weekend for taking part in an oral sex competition in the Greek holiday island of Zakynthos, police said on Monday....... adica: DICK SUCKING CONTEST

2. MOSCOW (Reuters) - Dozens of partygoers at an outdoor rave near Moscow last week have lost partial vision after a laser light show burned their retinas, Russian health officials said on Monday.
3. 6′5″ tall model Iwona poses with spectators in front of Potsdamer Platz square in a bikini by German designer Torsten Amft to promote his show at the upcoming Berlin Fashion Week in Berlin July 12, 2008. REUTERS/ Hannibal Hanschke
4. WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The "spiritual" effects of psilocybin from so-called sacred mushrooms last for more than a year and may offer a way to help patients with fatal diseases or addictions, U.S. researchers reported on Tuesday.

5. ROME (Reuters) - An Italian court has ruled the government must pay 100,000 euros ($157,700) in damages to a man who was told to retake a driving test because he was homosexual.

numai pt cei care pot sa citeasca 5 pagini

THE MAN OF THE CROWD

by Edgar Allan Poe
(1850) Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir etre seul. LA BRUYERE.

IT WAS well said of a certain German book that "er lasst sich nicht lesen"- it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes- die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Now and then, alas, the conscience of man takes up a burden so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only into the grave. And thus the essence of all crime is undivulged.

Not long ago, about the closing in of an evening in autumn, I sat at the large bow- window of the D-- Coffee-House in London. For some months I had been ill in health, but was now convalescent, and, with returning strength, found myself in one of those happy moods which are so precisely the converse of ennui-moods of the keenest appetency, when the film from the mental vision departs- achlus os prin epeen- and the intellect, electrified, surpasses as greatly its everyday condition, as does the vivid yet candid reason of Leibnitz, the mad and flimsy rhetoric of Gorgias. Merely to breathe was enjoyment; and I derived positive pleasure even from many of the legitimate sources of pain. I felt a calm but inquisitive interest in every thing. With a cigar in my mouth and a newspaper in my lap, I had been amusing myself for the greater part of the afternoon, now in poring over advertisements, now in observing the promiscuous company in the room, and now in peering through the smoky panes into the street.

This latter is one of the principal thoroughfares of the city, and had been very much crowded during the whole day. But, as the darkness came on, the throng momently increased; and, by the time the lamps were well lighted, two dense and continuous tides of population were rushing past the door. At this particular period of the evening I had never before been in a similar situation, and the tumultuous sea of human heads filled me, therefore, with a delicious novelty of emotion. I gave up, at length, all care of things within the hotel, and became absorbed in contemplation of the scene without.

At first my observations took an abstract and generalizing turn. I looked at the passengers in masses, and thought of them in their aggregate relations. Soon, however, I descended to details, and regarded with minute interest the innumerable varieties of figure, dress, air, gait, visage, and expression of countenance.

By far the greater number of those who went by had a satisfied, business-like demeanor, and seemed to be thinking only of making their way through the press. Their brows were knit, and their eyes rolled quickly; when pushed against by fellow-wayfarers they evinced no symptom of impatience, but adjusted their clothes and hurried on. Others, still a numerous class, were restless in their movements, had flushed faces, and talked and gesticulated to themselves, as if feeling in solitude on account of the very denseness of the company around. When impeded in their progress, these people suddenly ceased muttering; but redoubled their gesticulations, and awaited, with an absent and overdone smile upon their lips, the course of the persons impeding them. If jostled, they bowed profusely to the jostlers, and appeared overwhelmed with confusion. There was nothing very distinctive about these two large classes beyond what I have noted. Their habiliments belonged to that order which is pointedly termed the decent. They were undoubtedly noblemen, merchants, attorneys, tradesmen, stock-jobbers- the Eupatrids and the common-places of society- men of leisure and men actively engaged in affairs of their own- conducting business upon their own responsibility. They did not greatly excite my attention.

The tribe of clerks was an obvious one; and here I discerned two remarkable divisions. There were the junior clerks of flash houses- young gentlemen with tight coats, bright boots, well-oiled hair, and supercilious lips. Setting aside a certain dapperness of carriage, which may be termed deskism for want of a better word, the manner of these persons seemed to be an exact facsimile of what had been the perfection of bon ton about twelve or eighteen months before. They wore the castoff graces of the gentry;- and this, I believe, involves the best definition of the class.

The division of the upper clerks of staunch firms, or of the "steady old fellows," it was not possible to mistake. These were known by their coats and pantaloons of black or brown, made to sit comfortably, with white cravats and waistcoats, broad solid-looking shoes, and thick hose or gaiters. They had all slightly bald heads, from which the right ears, long used to pen-holding, had an odd habit of standing off on end. I observed that they always removed or settled their hats with both bands, and wore watches, with short gold chains of a substantial and ancient pattern. Theirs was the affectation of respectability- if indeed there be an affectation so honorable.

There were many individuals of dashing appearance, whom I easily understood as belonging to the race of swell pick-pockets, with which all great cities are infested. I watched these gentry with much inquisitiveness, and found it difficult to imagine how they should ever be mistaken for gentlemen by gentlemen themselves. Their voluminousness of wristband, with an air of excessive frankness, should betray them at once.

The gamblers, of whom I descried not a few, were still more easily recognizable. They wore every variety of dress, from that of the desperate thimble-rig bully, with velvet waistcoat, fancy neckerchief, gilt chains, and filagreed buttons, to that of the scrupulously inornate clergyman, than which nothing could be less liable to suspicion. Still all were distinguished by a certain sodden swarthiness of complexion, a filmy dimness of eye, and pallor and compression of lip. There were two other traits, moreover, by which I could always detect them: a guarded lowness of tone in conversation, and a more than ordinary extension of the thumb in a direction at right angles with the fingers. Very often, in company with these sharpers, I observed an order of men somewhat different in habits, but still birds of a kindred feather. They may be defined as the gentlemen who live by their wits. They seem to prey upon the public in two battalions- that of the dandies and that of the military men. Of the first grade the leading features are long locks and smiles; of the second, frogged coats and frowns.

Descending in the scale of what is termed gentility, I found darker and deeper themes for speculation. I saw Jew pedlars, with hawk eyes flashing from countenances whose every other feature wore only an expression of abject humility; sturdy professional street beggars scowling upon mendicants of a better stamp, whom despair alone had driven forth into the night for charity; feeble and ghastly invalids, upon whom death had placed a sure hand, and who sidled and tottered through the mob, looking every one beseechingly in the face, as if in search of some chance consolation, some lost hope; modest young girls returning from long and late labor to a cheerless home, and shrinking more tearfully than indignantly from the glances of ruffians, whose direct contact, even, could not be avoided; women of the town of all kinds and of all ages- the unequivocal beauty in the prime of her womanhood, putting one in mind of the statue in Lucian, with the surface of Parian marble, and the interior filled with filth- the loathsome and utterly lost leper in rags- the wrinkled, bejewelled, and paint-begrimed beldame, making a last effort at youth- the mere child of immature form, yet, from long association, an adept in the dreadful coquetries of her trade, and burning with a rabid ambition to be ranked the equal of her elders in vice; drunkards innumerable and indescribable- some in shreds and patches, reeling, inarticulate, with bruised visage and lack-lustre eyes- some in whole although filthy garments, with a slightly unsteady swagger, thick sensual lips, and hearty-looking rubicund faces- others clothed in materials which had once been good, and which even now were scrupulously well brushed-men who walked with a more than naturally firm and springy step, but whose countenances were fearfully pale, and whose eyes were hideously wild and red; and who clutched with quivering fingers, as they strode through the crowd, at every object which came within their reach; beside these, pic-men, porters, coal-heavers, sweeps; organ-grinders, monkey-exhibitors, and ballad-mongers, those who vended with those who sang; ragged artizans and exhausted laborers of every description, and all full of a noisy and inordinate vivacity which jarred discordantly upon the ear, and gave an aching sensation to the eye.

As the night deepened, so deepened to me the interest of the scene; for not only did the general character of the crowd materially alter (its gentler features retiring in the gradual withdrawal of the more orderly portion of the people, and its harsher ones coming out into bolder relief, as the late hour brought forth every species of infamy from its den), but the rays of the gas-lamps, feeble at first in their struggle with the dying day, had now at length gained ascendancy, and threw over every thing a fitful and garish lustre. All was dark yet splendid- as that ebony to which has been likened the style of Tertullian.

The wild effects of the light enchained me to an examination of individual faces; and although the rapidity with which the world of light flitted before the window prevented me from casting more than a glance upon each visage, still it seemed that, in my then peculiar mental state, I could frequently read, even in that brief interval of a glance, the history of long years.

With my brow to the glass, I was thus occupied in scrutinizing the mob, when suddenly there came into view a countenance (that of a decrepid old man, some sixty-five or seventy years of age)- a countenance which at once arrested and absorbed my whole attention, on account of the absolute idiosyncrasy of its expression. Any thing even remotely resembling that expression I had never seen before. I well remember that my first thought, upon beholding it, was that Retszch, had he viewed it, would have greatly preferred it to his own pictural incarnations of the fiend. As I endeavored, during the brief minute of my original survey, to form some analysis of the meaning conveyed, there arose confusedly and paradoxically within my mind, the ideas of vast mental power, of caution, of penuriousness, of avarice, of coolness, of malice, of blood-thirstiness, of triumph, of merriment, of excessive terror, of intense- of supreme despair. I felt singularly aroused, startled, fascinated. "How wild a history," I said to myself, "is written within that bosom!" Then came a craving desire to keep the man in view- to know more of him. Hurriedly putting on all overcoat, and seizing my hat and cane, I made my way into the street, and pushed through the crowd in the direction which I had seen him take; for he had already disappeared. With some little difficulty I at length came within sight of him, approached, and followed him closely, yet cautiously, so as not to attract his attention.

I had now a good opportunity of examining his person. He was short in stature, very thin, and apparently very feeble. His clothes, generally, were filthy and ragged; but as he came, now and then, within the strong glare of a lamp, I perceived that his linen, although dirty, was of beautiful texture; and my vision deceived me, or, through a rent in a closely buttoned and evidently second-handed roquelaire which enveloped him, I caught a glimpse both of a diamond and of a dagger. These observations heightened my curiosity, and I resolved to follow the stranger whithersoever he should go.

It was now fully night-fall, and a thick humid fog hung over the city, soon ending in a settled and heavy rain. This change of weather had an odd effect upon the crowd, the whole of which was at once put into new commotion, and overshadowed by a world of umbrellas. The waver, the jostle, and the hum increased in a tenfold degree. For my own part I did not much regard the rain- the lurking of an old fever in my system rendering the moisture somewhat too dangerously pleasant. Tying a handkerchief about my mouth, I kept on. For half an hour the old man held his way with difficulty along the great thoroughfare; and I here walked close at his elbow through fear of losing sight of him. Never once turning his head to look back, he did not observe me. By and by he passed into a cross street, which, although densely filled with people, was not quite so much thronged as the main one he had quitted. Here a change in his demeanor became evident. He walked more slowly and with less object than before- more hesitatingly. He crossed and re-crossed the way repeatedly, without apparent aim; and the press was still so thick, that, at every such movement, I was obliged to follow him closely. The street was a narrow and long one, and his course lay within it for nearly an hour, during which the passengers had gradually diminished to about that number which is ordinarily seen at noon in Broadway near the park- so vast a difference is there between a London populace and that of the most frequented American city. A second turn brought us into a square, brilliantly lighted, and overflowing with life. The old manner of the stranger reappeared. His chin fell upon his breast, while his eyes rolled wildly from under his knit brows, in every direction, upon those who hemmed him in. He urged his way steadily and perseveringly. I was surprised, however, to find, upon his having made the circuit of the square, that he turned and retraced his steps. Still more was I astonished to see him repeat the same walk several times- once nearly detecting me as he came around with a sudden movement.

In this exercise he spent another hour, at the end of which we met with far less interruption from passengers than at first. The rain fell fast, the air grew cool; and the people were retiring to their homes. With a gesture of impatience, the wanderer passed into a by-street comparatively deserted. Down this, some quarter of a mile long, he rushed with an activity I could not have dreamed of seeing in one so aged, and which put me to much trouble in pursuit. A few minutes brought us to a large and busy bazaar, with the localities of which the stranger appeared well acquainted, and where his original demeanor again became apparent, as he forced his way to and fro, without aim, among the host of buyers and sellers.

During the hour and a half, or thereabouts, which we passed in this place, it required much caution on my part to keep him within reach without attracting his observation. Luckily I wore a pair of caoutchouc overshoes, and could move about in perfect silence. At no moment did he see that I watched him. He entered shop after shop, priced nothing, spoke no word, and looked at all objects with a wild and vacant stare. I was now utterly amazed at his behavior, and firmly resolved that we should not part until I had satisfied myself in some measure respecting him.

A loud-toned clock struck eleven, and the company were fast deserting the bazaar. A shop-keeper, in putting up a shutter, jostled the old man, and at the instant I saw a strong shudder come over his frame. He hurried into the street, looked anxiously around him for an instant, and then ran with incredible swiftness through many crooked and peopleless lanes, until we emerged once more upon the great thoroughfare whence we had started- the street of the D---Hotel. It no longer wore, however, the same aspect. It was still brilliant with gas; but the rain fell fiercely, and there were few persons to be seen. The stranger grew pale. He walked moodily some paces up the once populous avenue, then, with a heavy sigh, turned in the direction of the river, and, plunging through a great variety of devious ways, came out, at length, in view of one of the principal theatres. It was about being closed, and the audience were thronging from the doors. I saw the old man gasp as if for breath while he threw himself amid the crowd; but I thought that the intense agony of his countenance had, in some measure, abated. His head again fell upon his breast; he appeared as I had seen him at first. I observed that he now took the course in which had gone the greater number of the audience but, upon the whole, I was at a loss to comprehend the waywardness of his actions.

As he proceeded, the company grew more scattered, and his old uneasiness and vacillation were resumed. For some time he followed closely a party of some ten or twelve roisterers; but from this number one by one dropped off, until three only remained together, in a narrow and gloomy lane, little frequented. The stranger paused, and, for a moment, seemed lost in thought; then, with every mark of agitation, pursued rapidly a route which brought us to the verge of the city, amid regions very different from those we had hitherto traversed. It was the most noisome quarter of London, where every thing wore the worst impress of the most deplorable poverty, and of the most desperate crime. By the dim light of an accidental lamp, tall, antique, worm-eaten, wooden tenements were seen tottering to their fall, in directions so many and capricious, that scarce the semblance of a passage was discernible between them. The paving-stones lay at random, displaced from their beds by the rankly-growing grass. Horrible filth festered in the dammed-up gutters. The whole atmosphere teemed with desolation. Yet, as we proceeded, the sounds of human life revived by sure degrees, and at length large bands of the most abandoned of a London populace were seen reeling to and fro. The spirits of the old man again flickered up, as a lamp which is near its death-hour. Once more he strode onward with elastic tread. Suddenly a corner was turned, a blaze of light burst upon our sight, and we stood before one of the huge suburban temples of Intemperance- one of the palaces of the fiend, Gin.

It was now nearly daybreak; but a number of wretched inebriates still pressed in and out of the flaunting entrance. With a half shriek of joy the old man forced a passage within, resumed at once his original bearing, and stalked backward and forward, without apparent object, among the throng. He had not been thus long occupied, however, before a rush to the doors gave token that the host was closing them for the night. It was something even more intense than despair that I then observed upon the countenance of the singular being whom I had watched so pertinaciously. Yet he did not hesitate in his career, but, with a mad energy, retraced his steps at once, to the heart of the mighty London. Long and swiftly he fled, while I followed him in the wildest amazement, resolute not to abandon a scrutiny in which I now felt an interest all-absorbing. The sun arose while we proceeded, and, when we had once again reached that most thronged mart of the populous town, the street of the D-- Hotel, it presented an appearance of human bustle and activity scarcely inferior to what I had seen on the evening before. And here, long, amid the momently increasing confusion, did I persist in my pursuit of the stranger. But, as usual, he walked to and fro, and during the day did not pass from out the turmoil of that street. And, as the shades of the second evening came on, I grew wearied unto death, and, stopping fully in front of the wanderer, gazed at him steadfastly in the face. He noticed me not, but resumed his solemn walk, while I, ceasing to follow, remained absorbed in contemplation. "The old man," I said at length, "is the type and the genius of deep crime. He refuses to be alone. He is the man of the crowd. It will be in vain to follow, for I shall learn no more of him, nor of his deeds. The worst heart of the world is a grosser book than the 'Hortulus Animae,'* and perhaps it is but one of the great mercies of God that "er lasst sich nicht lesen."

* The "Hortulus Animae cum Oratiunculis Aliquibus Superadditis" of Grunninger.

amintiri din copilarie

... mai tii minte, ca atunci cand erai mic, de abia asteptai sambata dimineata, ca sa te uiti la desene animate... asta pentru cei care au crescut intr-o anumita perioada... inainte de '89. Iti aduci aminte de emisiunea aia 'Abracadra' si 'Arlequin'?! si iti mai aduci aminte de micul dejun pe care il facea mama ta in fiecare dimineata in timp ce tu erai numai ochi si urechi la abramburica?!?..
... ei bine, io m-am trezit azi devreme (pe la 11-12), micul dejun era gata, cafeaua era si ea gata... k de... acum am crescut, am deschis youtube,... k de.... sunt mai mare si m-am uitat la filmuletul de mai jos... si acuma stiu ce inseamna... k de... am trecut de pubertate si acum stiu ce se intampla cu corpul meu :)) cand vad ceva de genul asta...

cea mai furata carte.... si de ce?

... acum un an am citit un articol intr-un ziar... nu-mi aduc aminte ce ziar (dar era important si nu era romanesc), care facea un top al celor mai furate carti iar pe locul I era Charles Bukowski.
... acum pentru cei care nu stiu cine e Bukowski... nu e nici o problema! :)).... dar poate cel care citeste ce scriu ar vrea sa stie mai exact cine a fost domnu de mai sus.... ei bine, nenea e poet, si cum americani se 'sparg', cand au si ei ceva, care are treaba cu literatura, il considera unul dintre cei mai mari poeti americani... e ca un fel de 'World Series" la baseball in care joaca numai ei!!!
...si totusi ca sa ma intelegi mai bine, o sa scriu mai jos prin intermediul copy/paste cateva citate

the shower

we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll watch me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then wash the cock:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there,-
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her. . .
first the cunt, I
stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out. . .
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it's different for each-
for me, it's splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.

beer

I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

,,,, daca mai vrei aici e un link

melodia zilei

Unkle - Keys To The Kingdom

si merge cam asa....

I shoot it low, kill the flow
Ruin myself out on the north shore
I make it one, watch the sun
Sink behind the trees with the keys to the kingdom

I shoot it high, let it fly
Bury myself under a blue sky
I see a scheme, make it clean
Drown in blue rivers under a muffled scream

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again

I hit it down, kill the sound
Ruin myself out on the northbound
I make it one, kill the sun
Bury my disease with the keys to the kingdom

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again

I shoot it low
- Shoot. it. low
Kill the flow
- Kill. the. flow
Ruin myself out on the north shore

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again

... si ca sa te convingi, uite si video:



P.S. grozav concert!!!!

b'estfest.... day 2

... to drunK to... write

poze v iul.0

b'estfest.... day 1

... bah!?!... io m-am dus pt Apollo 440 si Alanis Morissette... si mi-a placut cel mai mult Unkle... serios!... au facut super show... genuine rock show... dinalea... loud guitars, heavy drums!!! mi-au placut foarte mult...
...now, don't get me wrong?!... Apollo 440 au fost primii care au intrat si poate si atmosfera era inca "inghetata" si nici nu au cantat ceea ce vroiam eu sa aud (Lost In Space) dar parca s-au straduit prea tare.
... iar Alanis Morissette.. care e overweight nowadays, a cantat misto si chiar multe melodii de pe "jagged little pill" dar nu m-a surprins,.... nu a facut ceva sa zic "da, bah, suna beton"/"da frate, imi place".



PS... unkle..... de ce mi-au placut?!.....


UNKLE - Hold My Hand
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vacanta

un mare om a zis odata.... "School's Out".... asa k, melodia zilei:

Alice Cooper - School's Out



...si daca stau sa ma gandesc mai bine, ar mai fiiiiiiiiii si:

Steppenwolf - Born To Be Wild



Foghat - Slow Ride

melodia zilei

1..... pt ziua de azi :
"it's a fucked up world, what a fucked up place,
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face,
Fucked up dreams, fucked up life,
Fucked up kid, with a fucked up knife,
Fucked up moms, and fucked up dads,
Thats a fucked up cop, with a fucked up badge,
Fucked up job, with fucked up pay,
Fucked up boss, is a fucked up day,
Fucked up breast, fucked up lies,
All my niggas, in the biggest, got the facs of life "

adica limp bizkit - hot dig



2.... pentru k deja m-am impacat singur :)) si ma gandesc la viitor (..... mda... sigur)



.... auditie plac(f)uta

mesaje subliminale

... la inceputul anilor 90 George Michael zicea intr-o melodie " All we have to do now/Is take these lies and make them true somehow"; O tipa... Madonna zicea: "Like a virgin / Touched for the very first time"; ....la inceputul anilor '00 ( :)) ) o alta tipa... hai sa-i zicem Spears B spunea: "When Im not with you I lose my mind / Give me a sign, hit me baby one more time!"

... unde vreau sa ajung?!... de ce ne mai intrebam cum am ajuns unde am ajuns atat timp cat acesta era "trend-ul" atunci... mai trebuie sa apara copii cu freze ciudate si haine bizare care-si fac poze si filmulete in care isi bat prietenele si profesorii si le mai si pun pe internet....hmmm... oops...