shit i learned these last few mths

long time

ok here it goes:

1. the weather you hate might actually save your life.

2. association brings similarity.

3. good instincts will get you more than any formal education.

4. french chicks speaking english with an accent are pretty fuckin sexy.

5. always let the ones you love know. no matter what.

6. when trying to go low profile never do anything that might be misinterpreted.

7. trust nobody.

8. kid cudi does the best soundtrack for benders.

9. when smn tells you to buy shares in any social network, just decline.

10. you dont need much to feel like the world is yours.

11. buying alot of silly shit you aint never gonna use is actually fun.

12. give. give. give.

13. feed all the cats.

14. go vegetarian. then go vegan. then restart your life.

15. enjoy your company.

16. keep away from “causes” keep your sense of reality. be an individualist.

17. hawks are so fuckin awesome. they even thrive in cities.

18. drink champagne when youre happy. drink even more champagne when youre sad.

19. outsmart legislators. its really easy too.

20. date both younger & older chicks.

21. go around. love everything with a vengeance like kerouac

22. troll hard.

23. dont be afraid to be by yourself.

24. never add to smns probs.

25. brag about your scars. each one of them could have killed you but youre still here

26. kindle. backpack. nike air.

 

exit wounds are always larger

your voice like shattered glass, not one of your best features, not by far
but i miss it alot.
falling asleep on couches & in cabs, b/c bed too mainstream
highpoint of the night is feeding the neighbourhood cats
theres nothing as sad as witnessing the birth of a vampire
networks of nosferatu brotherhoods,
theres “killing machine” written on his helmet
he died in vietnam or iraq
iam taking my scars around the world,
so whoever hurt me should feel international
yes iam that awesome.
theres “things you shouldnt do” written on her study in grey
we all sitting here stranded but doing our best to deny it.
in some dreams he still walks the streets of my hometown,
far from his own
always catches me offguard with his troll demeanor
“hey how are you, iam back in town lets hang…”
“but iam waiting for someone”
“we shall wait for her together then..”
the girl with the supernova charm,
there are universes out there, born on her account,
safe in the sky
singing songs of heroin deconstruction & freedom.
we share the same aesthetics but shes more down to earth,
telling me : ” if you do it right, writing can litearally save your life.”
silly contemplation of dream dispensations
ssh & telnet connections until
i move on to smth else
into winter lights, there is no death but continuous insanity
exit wounds are always larger.

haxor word collage :)

so this is it. the soft machine is in the socket, waiting to be powerd. 5% and climbing. get the 411, telnet to it, its nothing. this is silly dreaming while dalnet still fattens them pockets. walking inside that wu office like a sir. ok, lets do it. fast forward all those city lights the neon signs, fantasizing id one day be a part of that, have a cut of the pie, multiply it and share the cake with my kinfolk. so iam sending the hottest eyecandies to the atm for a quick withdrawal, series of consecutive high balance no limit plastics. stop being such a scary cat, its alright these are great gatsby dreams. *.gob.sv its in sync with my new universidad de mexico machine, multi-dozened mbs heavy artillery still about to burn the sentra servs, the red queen chambers, me & my team matching kits & xploits serving hping3 to ghost agents, decoys past firewalls watching the main eacc while 0′s pile up like some old seti data. packet balistas -t, still some call me the rainman as i make it rain sp2 & sp3. this will look like a hostile takeover a fullblown zaibatsu showdown. pulling an allnighter, i feel like serge gainsbourg making up songs for brigitte bardot coming up with initials bb just as you wake up & smile without your makeup on. just in time to have champagne in bed the breakfast of champions. like getting the exact version of redhat you was looking for, when you in love with smn everyone else is just methadone & ive always been more of a thrill than a feel kinda dude. before you know it youre somewhere else, her voicenotes sound like because relations are always ambiguous & you continually fail to communicate, because i continually blame myself even when iam not to blame… & youre reading post-punk poetry on led screens behind bulletproof windows in monolith hotels in tripoli. the sentra burned to the ground. the team doesnt exist anymore.

like a day tripper :)

camera e intr-un mic motel amenajat intr-o cladire p+2 construita probabil pe la inceputul anilor `20 si are marele avantaj al vederii spre dunare. imi vine sa-i zic beat hotel of vienna . but anyways ferestrele sunt mari si dau camerei inalte un aspect deschis, luminos. chiar prin fata motelului, dincolo de bulevard curge faleza dunarii iar pe faleza terasamentul unei linii de tramvai. ar trebui sa ma relaxez un pic, ochelarii de soare aterizeaza pe masuta de langa pat inainte sa ma trantesc si eu ca atunci cand eram mic. cant sleep. imi aprind o tigara. first world problem: iam smoking but iam too lazy to reach for the ashtray. nu-i bai, in curand va trebui sa cobor. whatever. scara ovala de lemn cu balustrada subreda scartaie ca-n filmele horror. “brauchen sie etwas?” 2ochisori albastri si dintr-o data sunt super shy: “nein danke schon, alles in ordnung.” afara sunt direct in bulevardul aglomerat dar am uitat directia. in colt taxiuri, mercedes e190 si renault megane. ok atunci spre stephansplatz, keine sorgen. in 1953 sunt in tramvai langa ea, o mangai in palma in timp ce priveste afara prin geamul aproape complet aburit spre dunare, 120 de shillingi in buzunar si ceva maruntis ne indepartam de centru spre suburbii in amonte. in fiecare zi merg de la universitate pana in karlsplatz pe jos, unde o astept sa iasa din tura, lucreaza intr-un magazin de confectii, cel mai bun din cate cunosc in viena ca raport calitate/pret de fapt asa ne-am si cunoscut, m-a ajutat sa-mi aleg un set de camasi alle jahreszeiten si so unlike me, am trecut peste comoditate si timiditate si am intrebat-o inainte sa platesc: “welchem hemd soll ich tragen wenn ich fraulein hubsch fur einen spaziergang nehmen wollte? ” sie lachelte. ok then inapoi in camera mea, e uber kalt dar avem o sticla de rose si o noapte intreaga sa ne descoperim, sa ne ametim si sa ne incalzim sub lumina albastra care radiaza prin fereastra din strada. intregul oras de dincolo se reflecta in lentilele ochelarilor, in geamul taxiului, din cand in cand ne intersectam cu cateun tramvai care aluneca usor spre cartiere sau wherever. nu mai e mult pana in centru iar de-acolo pana la clinica merg pe jos. i dig the past cause you never know how its gonna turn out

idlewind express

so this is how the album will look like, like a sketch & i dig sketches they are pretty much honest about what they are. some sort of retro-present gone wrong, its gonna have everything… 20songs written, spoken word, dope poetry, digital soundtrack with a twist of some live instruments. it will sound like nothin you ever heard.

 

love lasts forever if you die really really young.

thanks 9gag & also this awesome archaeologist gal from maine for this pic.

se pare ca mormantul dateaza cam din 2800ien, iar dupa oase e vorba de persoane de pana in 20ani. shouldve been a pretty awesome story but.. qed

 

“‘The Lovers’ from 1972 season at Hasanlu

Hasanlu is an archaeological excavation site in Iran, Western Azerbaijan, Solduz Valley. Theses skeletons were found in a Bin with no objects. The only feature is a stone slab under the head of the skeleton on the left hand side (SK335).”

 

i think iam gonna have this made into a poster, frame it & hang it above my bed.

best q&a’s ever, as far as i can remember :)

q (i was wearin dark green cords + dark green corduroy blazer + dark green tims): ce parere ai despre legionari ?

a: niciuna. i dig green. i guess i dig leprechauns

q: where are we going?

a: dunno, but i guess its cool youre not goin there alone.

q: y u no take a stand?/y u no sign my petition?/y u no like my cause?

a: i dont care, iam doing good & really enjoy the spectacle of stupidity

q: y u no get a real job?

a: awwww poor thing..

q: y u no put more cowbell in your mixes? (really read this in chris walken’s voice)

a: … (rofl/gasping for air)

thats the best i could recall from these last 2wks, iam sure there were others but as a disclaimer i gotta say i was pretty fuckin wasted this whole time. thats just a lil smth instead of the usual corny bullshit about ny resolutions & always remember, when life gives you lemons get some h, a teaspoon & a syringe & let the good times roll

psa

dude/dudette,

thank you for your visit, but if youre on such a different trip, you shouldnt even be here. so please stop commenting, sending all kinds of retarded crap for me to moderate. you know your shits going to spam, why do you still bother ?

i cannot care less about advices or that “you know someone whos like me” or that i should “find my way” ofcourse religious connotations or whatever. all i say/write is personal and does not need to be universally accepted. if  theres smth you dont agree with, great

but please stop being stupid & cliche or go be stupid & cliche somewhere else.

thanks, t/c

draga amice/amica

iti multumesc pentru vizita, dar daca esti pe un trip asa diferit de al meu, nici macar n-ar trebui s-o arzi p-aci. asa ca te rog nu mai comenta, nu-mi mai trimite tot felul de rahaturi retardate sa le moderez. stii doar ca toate chestiile alea o sa ajunga in spam. de ce te mai stresezi ?

nu-mi pasa de sfaturi sau ca “stii pe cineva care e exact ca mine” sau ca ar trebui sa-mi “gasesc locul in lume” bineinteles cu tot felul de conotatii mistico-religioase. tot ce scriu aici e personal si nu-mi trebuie recunoastere universala, n-am ce face cu ea. daca e ceva cu care nu esti de acord, perfect

dar te rog sa nu mai fii prost si indragostit de clisee, sau daca vrei sa fii prost si cliseist du-te in alta parte.

multumesc si t/c

silly fleeting lines

if i was a stockbroker id buy your full shares & keep to myself
so nobody else would know youre all mine.
if i was a manager id build highways in the skies for you
& run your mind into the greatest of adventures
to keep you free.
if i was a writer id write the same story again & again
the one you dig so much, the one that has no wolves but cats.
if i was a rockstar id only tour the cities you visit while you visit’em
& instead of orgies & drugs id hang out with you
a nice red wine, maybe a little bit of reef
while the whole world opens up for us.
if i was an architect & mason id build castles & arches wherever you may choose
peaks or valleys, shores waterfalls open fields, woods or rivers all at your million windows.

i sure hope you share my aesthetics tho

reflections while coming back home

a guy told me i should get a haircut i told him he should ease up on the hairspray his head looked like a hardware store. there were no mirrors around so we just laughed and started talking about smth else. advices are like assholes, everyone has one and puts it to use for some kind of shit or another.

they are used to cheapen the communication so that anyone can feel like hes got smth to say and must say it proudly but no matter how loud they shriek, no matter how many nice words they use, those people have little or no bearing in the commerce of the soul. its the weird ones that matter, its their conversation the one thats worth bargaining for. it might cost you an arm and a leg but you might find yourself in a whole different world, where such wild beasts like imagination, genuine compassion, understanding still roam free, detached from any points of view or personal belief. if you find one of them, take him/her by the hand and dont let it go until he takes you there, deep in the dungeons of freedom, to a place thats beyond good & evil, where things just exist and nobody asks “what does it mean?” nobody makes lists and categorizes just enjoys the “be”. such people may often fly beneath the radar in disguises but if you are observant enough you can see it in their eyes. after the endless sea of clones with zombie eyes, these people have something that shouldnt even be there: genuine individuality and everything they do is a spectacle. they crash and burn and torch their insides with void and emptiness and rise to destroy desperation and indifference with their own weapons, cool looks as currency busting their elbows on the walls of regularity until they bleed graffiti and do it all with a smile many would consider a clear sign of cynicism but its actually serendipity. its clearness and the ultimate reality in their eyes and if you want to remain who you are just look away.