desire

the cigarette is burning in the ashtray
I want cigars
i'm turning 20 in the month of May
I want on Mars

I'm running naked on the streets of Dogtown
I want a car
this shit is scaring me right now
I want no war

I'm seeing you as days go by
I want you near
you're pushing me away, but I
I will not fear

you put your money on the safest bet
I want that too
some people don't want what they get
but I want you

One the flip side...

Skepticism is what drives intuition. Intuition is a big part of what defines the concept of Genius. In my view, skepticism(not to the extreme) is what differentiates beautiful minds from ignorant ones, true creativity from the unspeakably pathetic routine of our society. Skepticism...my basic foundation. By not believing every single word shoved in your head, by questioning everything in the form of why, how, when and where, by making connections to every related experience you have lived in your "journey through this crazy little thing called life", you are constantly fueling your brain-stem while protecting yourself from the corruption of the big black cock that wants you to wrap your lips around it like a whore and suck hard...MASS MEDIA. MASS MEDIA. MASS MEDIA.


People, "I ain't no goddamn preacher", but the end is near. I am not talking about the end as in apocalypse, but the end as in globalization, where unity of both worlds comes to life, lords of the bling take over every single shred of virgin intelligence and the world, as we knew it comes to die. But the worst part is, that it's all done in such a manner that it resembles the infamous Irish Diplomacy: "The ability to tell someone to go to hell, so that they will be looking forward for the trip". Distraction, Misdirection performed by Harry Fucking Houdini himself and an abundance of euphemisms..

Our first, only and foremost line of defense definitely rhymes with skepticism, you unenlightened tool. Don't go talking shit relying solely on your fundamental frustrations of a pathetic existence. Don't you dare try and shape us now, as we move closer, to the NEW WORLD ORDER.

2011/2

2011 year blog number 2: we all talk bullshit and for a somehow unknown reason we tend to believe what other say until counter-evidence. But is it worth it? Yes. Why? Because if we do not believe them, we will never seek the proof that they were right for we are sufficiently ignorant to slip it. If we believe them, we will go in a journey to find if they're right. I guess what I'm trying to say is this : don't be so fucking non skeptical.

i'm dreaming

a storm is coming. i should go.
it's dark outside and i should know
that it's the end of our relationship

i did my best. i gave it all.
you took the hit so we won't fall
i should be thanking you for that.

but i am gone. i won't come back.
i met someone along the track
and she's two laps ahead.

i'm in the middle of a race.
i have to run to keep the pace
but i keep tripping.

i cannot see the finnish line,
so let's just hope that we'll be fine.
but i want to be certain.

2011

2011 year blog number 1: I hate you all. and there are a few things I’ve learned in my journeys through this crazy little thing called life. 1) a morning of awkwardness is far better than a night of loneliness. 2) I probably won’t go down in history, but I will go down on your sister and 3), while I’m down there it might be nice to see a hint of pubis. I’m not talking about a huge 70’s playboy bush or anything, but just something that reminds me that I’m performing cunnilingus on an adult. but I guess the larger question is why are the angels so hell bent on destroying the female population?

dobitoace

se plimba cerbul printre stanci
si-n curte-noata iapa
si iepurele cade-n branci
in timp ce da cu sapa

dar omul nostru este breaz,
se da cu sania-n pom
si vine calul cel viteaz
si-l face si mai om

avem nevoie de cartuse
de george si de marcu
ca sa de scape de capuse
si-apoi...duca-se dracu'

suntem scapati de cei tirani
dar cel fara de suflet
a fost un timp si marinar
si-acum ne canta-un cantec

Torn

Although it's safe for me to say I fade away
The darkest corner hides my face and it's impossible to play,
But I still struggle and I stay
To play the game I came to play.

It's not because I can't admit
From time to time I get defeat,
But it's because I wasn't hit
So hard to say that I'm defeat.

Now I may be completely wrong
In what regards how to stay strong,
But I am here, writing this song,
That means for me that I am strong.

I made myself perfectly clear
Nothing out there inspires me fear,
But the fact that she's not here,
That made me taste a bit of fear.

She sometimes dances with another
He's not her father or her brother,
But they have something one for each other,
Sometimes I wish he was her brother.

I am undoubtedly retarded
For I have left our apartment,
But I'll be back, don't get departed
I will come back in our apartment.

Now, we may always be apart
And you'll be always in my heart,
But until then I'll always start
A conversation with a fart.