drive

Smack, crack, bushwhacked
Tie another one to the racks, baby
(chorus 1)
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby
What if I ride? What if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick-tock, tick-tock
What if you did? What if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby?
(chorus 2)
Hey kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you [...]

hardcore playing; signatura: RES,EI tic-tac

A-F-O-ANA FORGING an A-MORPHIC FOREST
silvicultura, rusa, matematica, surf cu parapanta, muzica clasica
i’ve been mad for fucking years,  sp free akT

semnatura

timp
eclipsa
ceas
putem vedea soarele in forma sa la apus, la rasarit sau eclipsat de nori sau eclipsat de luna.
am fost prezenta in camera cand un ceas desteptator stricat  a inceput sa ticaie deodata in dimineata asta (26.08.2010). era la 10:45 pentru acel ceas, si a batut pana la 11:08, cand s-a oprit. m-am uitat la ceasul [...]

even better than the real thing

P.S. ok, mai bine mai scriu ceva totusi, asa alambicat cum ma pricep eu.
in ultima vreme, de vreun an, ma tot gandesc ca este totusi irational sa vrei ca cineva sa te iubeasca, chiar si de la o zi la alta. si asta bate cumva in punctul acela in care te indragostesti de cineva si asta [...]

asemanarea (pana in sec XVI)

ceea ce fac zilele astea este sa ma agat cu disperare de vechile mele istorii personale in speranta ca asemanand ce se intampla acum cu experienta trecuta voi putea sa prevad cum vor decurge lucrurile; apoi, stiind cum pot sa decurga si cum as vrea sa decurga, planul ar fi sa le fac sa se [...]

the divine comedy

‘96, divine dream on the starting grid of a random circuit…spa-francorchamps to be exact

Nmes is 74

ieri dimineata pe un drum oarecare al patriei traficul a fost oprit pe ambele sensuri de doi purcelusi negri care aratau ca doi catelusi de 2 luni. tiristii, turistii, motociclistii si biciclistii faceau coregrafii subtile incercand sa-i evite. toata lumea zambea, radea, se distra.
semn 47.

sleep all summer

Weary sun, sleep tonight, go crashing into the ocean
Cut the line that ties the tide and moon, ancient and blue
We take our empty hearts and fill them up with broken things
To hang on humming wire like cheap lamps down a dead end street
Close your weary eyes until the wintertime
And every time we turn away it [...]

black, muddy babooshka

mamaia mea la techirghiol, la sfarsit de august 2010.
P.S. insemnare de pe 8 august: fiintele umane sunt foarte fragile, minunat de fragile, mladioase si plangagioase si minunate.

did wear sunscreen

but the sun turns again, revolving each day across our consciousness. it makes it rise and makes it glitter and sets on it by the day’s cycle. funny how one can only really see the sun’s form at dusk. once you have seen it, it disappears around the bend. the moon borrows its last colours, [...]