This is the new shit.

De la desfrau la ocultism, de la infractiuni la propaganda politica, de la inselat la arta...da, pot spune ca am facut destul de multe si ca toate Eu-urile mele exista chiar si in momentul de fata. Am facut mult rau, m-am jucat cu multe minti, am ajutat multi oameni, am scris si am citit aiurea. In apararea mea, pot spune doar ca am avut un motiv bun pentru tot ce am facut pana acum, ceea ce imi da si multumirea de a nu avea regrete. Nu voi mai scrie pe blogul acesta din diverse motive, nu il voi sterge. Dati-mi timp si va voi arata altceva. O chestie noua si de calitate. Multumesc criticilor!

Plictisealaaaaa

Inca astept sa ma surprinda cineva cu o idee , cu o gluma. Cineva original, pentru care inertia sa fie doar un cuvant din fizica de liceu. Stii, de fapt vreau sa rad si sa ma distrez, sa comunic , sa urlu sa scriu, sa beau vin rosu. Vreau sa fie bine. Inca astept. Haide !!!!!!!!!

God .SWOT Analysis.

Strong Points : Morning, Captain Obvious. HE IS GOD. He invented the world which is prolly the most original way to display power. He's a fine commander with armies of blind creatures by his side, and is reffered to as the superlative itself. He can kill, forbidd, give birth, destroy withot any objection. As a fierce dictator, anyone who has the nerve to oppose his authority dies. In fact, it doesn't even matter , cause we all die . He can deceive like no other, giving his little androids the false impression of autonomy, always cutting the dead ends of his garden.
Weak Points: HE IS GOD. If he doesn't exist, or he has a different name than we have to admit that life is a big fat bad joke.
Opportunities: HE IS GOD.He's got more than a "world of opportunities", since he doesn't have a rival, and no one knows what his next move is going to be. Did i mention that the idea of evil is as present in his nature as the idea of good? There is no Satan. There is no loving Father. There is just an immense will that carries us away.
Threats: Hello?! HE IS GOD and he wants to let me know that if I dare to post this, I shall be drowning in my own shit. GOD is not amused and he does not approve this message ... so now I have just turned all of you into sinners and you all lost the game.

Dumnezeu este un dictator...

...cu mult mai rau decat Hitler. El l-a inventat pe Hitler si l-a folosit ca sa arate lumii o farama de rau. Dumnezeu l-a inselat pana si pe cei mai rai , perversi oameni, pentru ca mai apoi sa poata juca rolul unui erou salvator, preferand sa fie un axis al unei lumi eminamente in decadere.
Dumnezeu e un copil batran care se joaca cu papusi de carpa ,

DADA.

Parfumul se ascunde prin colturi
Ca un mecanism sensibil, fictional
Doar e un manifest ironic, mult mai acid.
Ca nu in centrul vorbei goale
Se ascunde Poezia cu cinci glume proaste.
E o literatura ludica dar cam necoapta
Citita si de coafeze si de noi
Ca o lista buna de optiuni proaste.

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Ghandi priveste inmarmurit
Un nostradamus verde si sticlos
Galopand si pufaind ca un nebun
Din tigara pe care ti-am oferit-o ieri.
De dragul cailor vernil din ochii tai
Taie-ti radacinile osoase din parchetul cojit.

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Am cazut in cana ta de cafea alaltaieri.
si de atunci ratacesc pe drumuri de zat
si poduri de zahar
cautandu-te pe tine sau paote pe mine cea de ieri.
As vrea sa desenez in tonuri de cafea rece
Un sarut infam
Pentru buza ta sau pentru buza canii.

Manque d'inspiration.

Masa mica , sculptata, din mahon inca mai purta farmecul unei epoci mai tinere si pe ea zaceau cateva carti botite si galbene ca boala: Lolita lui Nabokov, Principele lui Machiavelli , Swann si Critica ratiuni pure. Gramofonul batran, lucios si ridat , umplea aerul de dimineata cu acordurile unui cantecel francez tres en vogue in anii '20, iar mirosul de cafea arsa si rasnita navalise in odaie ca o dara de parfum fin. Ea statea pe canapeaua kitsch cu tapiseria florala roasa de dintii vremii si marginea aurie cojita pe la colturi , pe jumatate adormita ,inca imbracata in sari-ul roz pal de la petrecerea cu tema indiana de aseara. Fasia de matase , imprimata cu o puzderie de buddha mici , lunga de 6 metri era prinsa cu o brosa cu ametiste negre, dezgolindu-i umerii palizi . Parul ei lung, roscat , era despletit si contrasta frumos cu lumina de culoarea mierii , diluata de draperiile lungi , japoneze. O sonerie surda anunta un musafir din cale-afara de matinal, iar ea se ridica cam greoi si prinzandu-si parul cu o agrafa mare, argintie , se intrepta spre usa lacuita din lemn de nuc. In prag statea un tanar inalt , cu o barbie cam ascutita , cu ochi de culoarea ploii care purta un trench camel lung, dupa moda londoneza. Nu era nici un boem in Paris care sa nu se dea in vant dupa modelul acela de overcoat , si ea ghici pe loc ca tipul era un filfizon, un pretins intelectual englez pasionat de teribilele replici ale lui Sartre .

-Mmelle. Dumas?

- Oui , c'est moi...

-Probabil vizita mea va surprinde peste masura .

-Intradevar , zise ea , enervata de ora nepotrivita. Nu cred c-am avut placerea...

-O, ba da , Mmelle.Ne-am cunoscut exact acum 3 ani in Calcutta, la receptia maharajahului...

-Monsieur , je suis desolee, dar nu-mi amintesc sa va fi vazut printre toti acei oameni. Poate ca era de vina caldura torida sau poate sampania...Da, sunt teribil de distrata cand beau sampanie...zambi ea.

El isi aminti pe loc imaginea ei , cocotata pe un perna cu ciucuri lungi in gradina maharajahului , cu o rochie din matase verde si cu pistrui pe pometi, fermecatoare cu un pahar delicat plin cu un lichid auriu.

-Totusi eu imi amintesc tare bine de dvs, ceea ce ma aduce la motivul vizitei mele.

I'll be...

Better when I'm older. I'll love more, i'll love the people who deserve my love, i'll love beautiful, brilliant , original people. In every way possible, from the bottom of my heart. And i'll finally be honest with myself and admit that I made mistakes, I was swept away by the fascination of a face, without really looking deeply. This post goes to each person I ever loved.I'm really sorry for everything, i'm sorry for affecting your life , for ever being a turning point in your life. You are, all of you, really amazing people even if i might have said the opposite and I really wish you the best possible life.
As for me, I finally found the right moment to move on . I needed closure, and I must say I'm a mess when it comes to beautiful good bye's . All I can do is to be sincere at last and confess that you might not know it , but each and everyone of you taught me something and , in a very twisted way, all of you will always be part of me. Thank you!

New life, new playlist.

Outta my comfort zone, there's a whole world of possibilities....So, here's the drill:
The Smiths
The replacements
Buena Vista Social Club
Rage against the machine
the Dandy Warhols
Buckcherry
Iron& wine
Radio Moscow
Block party
Rock plaza central
white stripes
Wilco
Okkervil River

These are the novelties... amazingly talented people that inspired me to change. Thanks.

Like a drug lord...

Orice gest parea inutil...Mintea ei captura fiecare zvacnire, fiecare tresarire,fiecare atingere....si o resimtea visceral, din plin, ca pe o durere adanca,dar, in mod bizar necesara. Chiar si o gura de oxigen poluat.....deschidea in creierul ei viu perspectiva unui ritual;un ritual cu iz cubanez,cu un cer rosu ca sangele, o luna plina ca un sarut adevarat,si un hamac impletit de o pereche de maini bronzate. Ea isi dadea seama prea bine ca placerea pura e mai valoroasa decat banala fericire; caci lucrurile care dureaza putin....sunt cu mult mai apte sa trezeasca emotii noi, senzatii de nedescris.Nu-i lipsea coerenta, iar panoplia ei umana...era decorata cu insusirile omului superior. Era frumoasa in gesturi, in priviri, intr-un zambet. Si vedea lumea intr-un mod aparte, ca un dumnezeu minor,si asta o facea cu adevarat fascinanta. Era o hedonista, care isi gsise fericirea in relativitatea vietii. Parea ca poate supune o lume intreaga sa se conformeze gandurilor ei nebune, acute; dar nu o facea,caci cinismul ei o impiedica. Fata asta ar fi putut scrie lumea intr-un cuvant, dar nu o facea...caci si-ar fi irosit geniul ....printr-un proces subliminal de daruire completa. Lumea nu o putea pricepe,si nici macar nu-si dadea osteneala.Lumea nu o placea, pentru ca era prea mult adevar pe buzele ei.

Setting fire to sleeping giants.

That's what it feels like, when you do everything you can to distort reality in their minds, to manipulate their brains: you create little monsters with huge egos. You pull their strings for a while ,but there comes the unavoidable point when they bite the hand of their creators...and start a revolution, calling themselves prophets, leaders, killing machines. But, we do enjoy to play this game , to turn the tables in our favour whenever we find a way, to switch roles and statuses. Jumping to conclusions , all I can say is that:
-There is no real friendship...and all the preachers of this belief are phonies
-Hedonism is the only way to be myself;also being cynical isn't bad at all
-People change; never for the better
-I prefer loneliness to denying my true nature
-No matter how well you plan your stroke , in order to get something, you have lose something. In this respect, I feel like I finally made the right choice.
-A superior man is always followed by loneliness and a rusty halo and at one point or another he can't hide his intellect, his irony and his true colours
-The real choice is :accepting the damned superior condition or giving it up for a mediocre "happiness" ; I believe my decision is obvious enough.
Basically , that's the drill....no appologies, no regrets, no looking back. If being detached, refined and intelligent makes one look evil in their eyes ...then it's the rest of the world itself that's giving birth to an anti-icon. Thanks.

Lately, I've been developping the profile of the perfect bastard, a man whose traits are split into a variety of handwritings and thoughts. He is a byproduct of all the refined villains and not-so villains that I had the pleasure to meet, and it is hightime that someone created him. Beautiful and decadent like Dorian Grey, cynical like Lord Harry Wotton , obsessive like Humbert Humbert, nihilist like Holden Caulfield, armed with the black humour of the Joker and the words of Iago, refined like Rhett Butler . A hedonist, a nihilist, an anarchist; a walking contradiction. A man that can never be part of the world , but just float a few cm above the earth, with a sarcastic smile in the corner of his senusal mouth. A man who gave up his soul , a scared demon, a scary angel. So, who can invent this man? I'd write him , but my ink is too pale and my paper isn't white enough...There are moments when I look on evil simply as a mode through which I can realise my conception of the beautiful.

To R.

Dude...you really don't get rock and roll, do you? You're desperately holding on to some obvious standards ,while missing the point of the entire deal. You're listening to Aerosmith, the Stones or Zeppelin when you're driving and you feel like you own the world...but you defy your own purpose, dear. Call me when you realise you're not a rockstar.Come back to me after you've tried all your narrow fantasies, and i 'll slap you and give you the world . In a nutshell. Honey, I 'don't need/want you. My purposes go way deeper than that; yet it's so fun to watch you trying to be something you're not.

De vreo cateva zile incoace ma tot cert cu Richard Bach . De vreo cateva epoci incoace stau la o masa de lemn pe o banca de lemn intr-o incapere din lemn, cu parchetul umflat, lacul cojit , o lumina moarta si grea . Astept ceva. Astept o sclipire in ochii cuiva, astept o idee. Dar ea nu mai apare. E o lume cel putin bizara, peticita cu glume proste si cioburi verzui, cu un aer desuet, in care consumatorul refuza sa devina un producator. Si ceea ce ma doare cel mai tare e ca eu sunt consumatorul. Azi , intre 2 beri, am fondat si o religie; atat de ticaloasa mi-e mintea. Si am facut un infern utopic, mai ceva decat cel biblic, in care mi-a pus cateva carti de Poe, Wilde si Byron, o luna mare cat viata si un balcon darmat; acolo mi-am facut casa. Si pentru ca si eu am nevoie de o ascunzatoare din cand in cand, am mai facut si-un paradis ... in care i-am asezat pe toti : sfinti si pacatosi , oamenii care sunt cu mult mai buni decat mine, oamenii cu adevarat spirituali, oamenii care nu ma inteleg si cei carora pur si simplu nu le pasa. Adica tot restul lumii. Si cu un colt de mamut am fixat in centrul pamantului o foaie ingalbenita . Acolo mi-am scris crezul.

INFERNUL E O UTOPIE. UTOPIA E UN INFERN. DAR OAMENII NU SUNT NICI UTOPIE NICI INFERN, CI IDEI RECICLATE CU IZ DE MOCIRLA.

The real question...

...is to have a bulletproof vanity or to do the right thing? So what's more moral to do? To stay true to your principles or to your apparent feelings. To be a fascinating bastard , like Lord Byron or to just lay back and hope for the best? At which point expectations are no longer in order and how much should you hold on to your "heart"? I never knew how to be a righteous human being , a good Christian or God forbidd , a good girlfriend. I think I have been a nihilist long before I knew what the term really meant. But recently , it occured to me that even I can change and make someone happy ... ; needless to say I'm no good at that, but does it count that I'm trying to change my old ways?

Empire state of mind.

There are two kinds of people. The ones that divide people and those who don't. As much as I like the social butterfly-type of person, I''m becoming a sociopath, a paranoid and dull being. Just like everyone around me. Loneliness and boredom follow me around like plague along with a thick layer of low taste romance. And so I stopped reading my horoscope, threw my platonic relationships out the window, killed my time with funny roadtrips. And I drank like crazy and those little devils ( aka my thoughts) make me sound terribly neurotic. So yeah, I crave freedom, self-sufficiency and time. If I had had more time, i would have acted like a better, smarter, cooler person. I would have lifted my hands in the spring air and shouted till my lungs would have fallen out. I want another start, another lovestory, another page of history. One in which time and space are under my command.

The Kalashnikov Girl

I am prone to faith's stupidity and I can be absolutely sure that epic fail is too small of a phrase to describe what's been happening. And then there's the fucking paradox that forces me to desire and obtain something with the intensity from hell and afterwards to realize that I should've aimed higher.Or closer. To be blunt, my very selfish and sarcastic self was chained in the most absurd way possible. Well, on a lighter note , my consciousness is doing quite alright, still as morally correct as Christians , still vicious like the devil himself, still ironic like a straight version of Oscar Wilde. Thank God, thank Blizzard, thank Led Zeppelin I'm still the jerk you love to hate. That being said , this is what I've been listening to lately:

Goran Bregovic- Kalashnikov
Alice Cooper - Poison
AC DC -Thunderstruck
AC DC- You shook me all night long
Lenny Kravitz- Are you gonna go my way
Led Zeppelin- Baby I'm gonna leave you
Billy Joel- Scenes from an italian restaurant
Jeff Buckley- Hallelujah
Soho Dolls -Bang bang bang bang
Burial -Gutted
Joker -Purple City
Jimi hendrix- Bold as love
Jimi Hendrix- Castles made of sand
Coconut records- Easy girl
deep purple -Child in time
Tracy Chapman-Talking 'bout a revolution
Led Zeppelin- Gallows Pole
Michael and Slash- give in to me
Oasis- Champagne supernova
Massive attack-angel
Pete Doherty- last of the english roses
Rammstein- te quiero puta
Rolling stones- Sympathy for the devil

The Black List - fetishes, likes and more

Poison -Alice Cooper
Lord Byron
Led Zeppelin
Vicious and Barett
Indian jungle
British accent
Hermes eau dórange vert pour homme
Club Punk in Soho
Black leather
London
The Clash
Pete Doherty
Dirty Diana
Vienna by Billy Joel
Dubstep
LSD
Deep, bloody red
Writing poetry rather than prose
Countless tequila shots
Forests
Jimi Hendrix
Long red hair
Pale skin
Out getting ribs or any other bones
The Joker
Chain smoking
The "You have to admit that I'm better looking than Pete Doherty " line
Climbing a 2 m wall to get into a closed park
Pure rock
Slightly out of tune vocals