spaland sindromul “printeso”

Posted in AHHA on July 27th, 2010

every day i brainwash myself with myself and can never get enough. until one day, when it will be enough and then, i’ll just let go.

P.S. i was driving today and had listened to one album and then passed on to “the wall ii”, the second tune commenced and i caught myself while i could not recognize it and was shamefully thinking how it’s a classic from my classics and i can’t tell what it is. and then i heard a fleeting voice whispering… there is no pain, you are re…

- recall… one more such instant, three years ago, when i said that a street with a name does not exist to the people bringing in my new sofa just to realize on the morrow that it happened because the man i loved back then lived on that very street. i remember i was frightened by this, in the end, so explicable but so sudden and utter memory loss.
- recap: i could not remember what it was from the following lyrics (that i have been compulsively listening to for the last two months) : hello, hello, is there anybody in there, just nod if you can hear me, is there anyone at home, come on, now, i hear you’re feeling down, well i can ease the pain, get you on your feet again, relax, i’ll need some information first, just the basic facts, can you show me where it hurts.
- receeding: into the past two months or so…
- reporting: on the way back i brainwashed myself and the fever is gone and the corner of my eye started to glimpse again the rays coming straight from the heart of my sun.
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a distant smoke ship…dici che il fiume trova la via al mare, e come il fiume giungera a me…e come il fiume…