tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268229092024-03-05T11:02:18.769+02:00raining cube /// My Noisy LifeLuca se plimba aievea. Invading my skin with others. Your nails are imposing the tunes. Aruncate de o maimuta intr-un lac fara fund. Autobuz prafuit opreste. Bleus papillons sur mes ailes fatigues. Cand toti viseaza vreau sa. Ne vedem la 6...Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-91618643444544534852009-03-02T03:36:00.002+02:002009-03-02T04:44:13.250+02:00Natural Selection?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmibPpLi3lkHCXM44bp8FlZwUxjzbLwNlueq3nbxL6P_cDkPTMzS_TMfujVL4aKhg_UJcjXX2EnR2GcfuLiO9DZzfrcbddPStake_vN9Qplyiqe8izhwgxzlyq2jsF4CRMcEN5Ag/s1600-h/Queen+Bitch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmibPpLi3lkHCXM44bp8FlZwUxjzbLwNlueq3nbxL6P_cDkPTMzS_TMfujVL4aKhg_UJcjXX2EnR2GcfuLiO9DZzfrcbddPStake_vN9Qplyiqe8izhwgxzlyq2jsF4CRMcEN5Ag/s200/Queen+Bitch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308415713174946658" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;">Natural selection is the process by which favorable heritable traits become more common in successive generations of a population of reproducing organisms, and unfavorable heritable traits become less common, due to differential reproduction of genotypes...<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"> Toti stim ca a durat ceva milioane de ani sa ajungem aici... Pana apare fosta colega... Iesi cu ea la o cafea, incerci o discutzie, te ia durerea de cap si totul se termina in "adica tu nu ai laptuca dinaia mare si alba pe care scrie porsh sau bemve? nici un amarat de toareg?" moment in care nu iti doresti nimic mai mult inafara de un turban albastru, o carabina ramasa de la strabunicu si o boaba pe tzeava crestata in 4 ca de sarbatoare... Plm, am ajuns intr-un punct entropic?(Da, doh..) Ca mai sunt si proaste "culte" daca ii zici de selectie naturala iti raspunde "pai se adapteaza repede" moment in care iar te retragi in carcasa capului si te gandesti ca 2 copii facutzi cu asta o sa te coste mai mult sa iitreci prin scoli "speciale" decat 3 normali corijenti si trecuti prin facultate, care probabil unu o sa ajunga labagiu de sparge serverele NASA, celalalt arhitect (deci tot labagiu) si celalalt isi baga pula in ea de politehnica, fute toate pizdele din ASE pana cade bila, dupa care se face antrenor de scuba prin Maldive, unde va fute nevestele (pt astia cu X5). Deja sociologii tre sa se reinventeze la statutul de Xenobiologi, pt ca nu am mai intalnit ca rasa ceva sa se adapteze asa repede. din sandale la gucci (sau cum plm se scrie) din dacie 1310 semidecapotabila la motoare cu injectie multipunct, preferabil peste 200 de cai si alba cu o marioneta in maieu/camashe+lantz (comboul fericirii) ssamd. Ca sa nu mai zic de proasta cu copii uitati prin sate...Proasta care clincheteaza prin strainatatzuri... Plus mult intalnita specie de hi5 care isi mai pune dulapul in cap din cand in cand sau ajunge jucarie la arabi... Ma trezesc din "epifanie" ii zic colegei ca am treaba, platesc cafeaua si o tai urgent spre cel mai apropiat provider de maciuci si ma uit dupa ganguri in forma de pestera...</span></div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-32737414624785599562009-01-30T02:08:00.011+02:002009-01-30T02:26:29.566+02:00FUCK RFID!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06Ewgw_QOuAsgupwAXVkKY5z5fbBvGcafvy8Elx2iME897SF1_61y3RZlgC-7m7prz6U62JCIn_GjiY4vxMu7OVnmq2nluqcg78wLWdj8vaaJ9c2gEjGAO0yWB0-ToB2xNJ6kIg/s1600-h/fuck-off.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06Ewgw_QOuAsgupwAXVkKY5z5fbBvGcafvy8Elx2iME897SF1_61y3RZlgC-7m7prz6U62JCIn_GjiY4vxMu7OVnmq2nluqcg78wLWdj8vaaJ9c2gEjGAO0yWB0-ToB2xNJ6kIg/s320/fuck-off.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296876213308002642" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.”</span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>—Article 1 of the United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(170, 187, 204); font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:48px;">freedom is obsolete///</span><br /></div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-75118652714026005262009-01-17T08:42:00.003+02:002009-01-17T08:49:02.276+02:008 men & 4 women///not my photos, just a photo af a noir film///<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_aAiJKirWHz65Hwyml_arvJNd2mbLBE9Zmt1hzvvBRO7qvYBQFDu2Cc7OIPyy7rM4hzwKmiv_1eQx5zyS0m9Iz0WK3be4hw-zMZuWTSJUnM9B-H82vLCvKtGqwz4LXzNyOhMbhA/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_aAiJKirWHz65Hwyml_arvJNd2mbLBE9Zmt1hzvvBRO7qvYBQFDu2Cc7OIPyy7rM4hzwKmiv_1eQx5zyS0m9Iz0WK3be4hw-zMZuWTSJUnM9B-H82vLCvKtGqwz4LXzNyOhMbhA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292149638403247426" /></a>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-41484814474601670942009-01-16T04:04:00.001+02:002009-01-16T04:05:29.014+02:00noir ambiguity and sexual motivation///<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXkevp_EREa0FlE-cDUSewbxwbBqbIIwvJo4LB4TRk2LxxoyQc0XAycI1kt4Rmkgqk3V4uecVVvrzXHfiZOuyyKPvUbtvONADVikMs9ygkMW2E5qMalkCmnAkW4spLb8QHHbt0g/s1600-h/IMGP18552.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXkevp_EREa0FlE-cDUSewbxwbBqbIIwvJo4LB4TRk2LxxoyQc0XAycI1kt4Rmkgqk3V4uecVVvrzXHfiZOuyyKPvUbtvONADVikMs9ygkMW2E5qMalkCmnAkW4spLb8QHHbt0g/s400/IMGP18552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291706900202631346" /></a>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-59036535356874045422009-01-15T05:08:00.002+02:002009-01-15T05:09:13.146+02:00The road is lonesome///<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtGwosBNlTYOax_2tnOGbjbPrCgTRwXVmkeJ81mkSM9HrWcaX4LypQTlM-f59HpGKLzk9FFA5ARgc6GwkKbmTmgZ87U8i6PbYxwF7y3pyI91cv94Dsrt85OMTAwKk-QLJUOPYsw/s1600-h/15-01-09.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtGwosBNlTYOax_2tnOGbjbPrCgTRwXVmkeJ81mkSM9HrWcaX4LypQTlM-f59HpGKLzk9FFA5ARgc6GwkKbmTmgZ87U8i6PbYxwF7y3pyI91cv94Dsrt85OMTAwKk-QLJUOPYsw/s400/15-01-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291352204740651298" /></a>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-24335918017252109612008-10-31T14:30:00.003+02:002008-10-31T19:50:25.018+02:00thorns and roses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooSGm_eD8Jya6A74CBYwI6PF4H1XyzcR2XjT7LE986R1cBHR0xZjAcMkQfUc3ybfoSMuVMkeP7cK7elj5x2y0EBv4oCNCIpaAURln_rPEfy0ZRIEmg0WQ7mZP3hTg1qHX2g6z0w/s1600-h/HPIM06102.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooSGm_eD8Jya6A74CBYwI6PF4H1XyzcR2XjT7LE986R1cBHR0xZjAcMkQfUc3ybfoSMuVMkeP7cK7elj5x2y0EBv4oCNCIpaAURln_rPEfy0ZRIEmg0WQ7mZP3hTg1qHX2g6z0w/s400/HPIM06102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263294931377510690" border="0" /></a><br />ca si prin alte mesaje, ma intreb ce faci in momentul curent. probabil dormi, sau bei, sau vorbesti cu vreo gagica, sau poate chiar cu sotul tau.<br />ca de obicei iti scriu altceva decat ce mi-am propus si cred ca din nou fara rost. dar oricum tu apreciezi, asa ca o sa continui sa apas tastele si sa-mi interoghez gandurile - poate imi amintesc si le pun totusi in ordine. adica ideile initiale.<br />a uite, mi-am amintit.<br />era vorba de-o secunda de mai devreme. sau poate au fost mai multe secunde. infine. care face cat ani de zile cred. deja imi e lene sa scriu, poate ar trebui sa renunt la tasta space, pt economie de timp, sau mai bine sa ma inregistrez si sa-ti trimit podcast-uri sa ti le pui pe ipod. sau mai bine sa-mi fac un blog/jurnal pe care sa-l citesti numai tu. nu ? ok, nu, cum vrei.<br /><br />la pub vin oameni. in medie, de varsta ta. :) si au iubiti si iubite, sotii si soti si uneori copii. si prieteni multi si galagiosi care sunt la fel ca ei. asta e viata? sigur n-am sa fiu ca ei peste cativa ani.<br />si in ochii lor abia puteai sa vezi, dar asta se vedea. ce ? iti zic eu ce :))) resemnarea.<br />ca barbat, iti gasesti o femeie, imparti timpul intre ea si tine si viata ta. mergeti la petreceri, va intalniti cu prietenii, beti, va distrati, vorbiti porcarii, radeti unul de altul, glumiti, ajungi acasa, o futi, o iubesti, faceti copii, ii cresteti(uneori cu drag), copiii cresc si pleaca, tu cu ea nu mai ai ce discuta, asa ca unul dintre voi o sa moara primul, iar cum tu nu mai ai ce face, preferi sa mori. ca femeie iti gasesti in sfarsit, la un moment dat un barbat dresabil, pe care sa-l poti ura la nevoie, iesiti in oras, prieteni, blah, blah, ajungeti acasa, il lasi sa te futa, fireste ca nu ajungi la vreun orgasm sau daca ajungi n-are nici o legatura cu el - iar asta rar. ii faci copii, blah blah, si apoi restul e comun. si apoi urmeaza detaliile care sunt restul, si sunt doar detalii. nimic maret. asta e. si le place. se obinuesc cu tristetea asta si au nevoie de ea. se cred, se viseaza maturi si le pare bine ca exista acel impediment nerusinat care se cheama, atat de romantic, in toate limbile, MOARTEA.<br />asta am vazut in acele cateva secunde. si nu e prima oara. am 23 de ani si stiu cum ar trebui sa incep sa fiu, ce ar trebui sa fac si sa ma obisnuiesc cu asta. numai ca n-am s-o fac. pur si simplu nu pot. sunt genul meu de oameni fututi care nu reusesc sa faca asta. sunt prea curios, sunt gelos mai tot timpul, vreau sa ma iubesti si sa ma urasti simultan, vreau sa-mi para rau si bine. vreau sa ma zbat, niciodata in propria urina, si vreau ca nimeni sa nu ma observe. persoana mea trebuie sa fie intruchiparea sensului stealth. altfel e inutil. traiesc in lumea sfintei treimi - politica, religia si publicitatea, si am grija permanent ca nu cumva ceva sa treaca neobservat, neindexat, ne-simtit.<br />ochi, ce vroiam sa-ti spun ?! sunt obosit al dracului, desi dorm mai regulamentar zilele astea. in fiecare seara astept acel telefon care ma cheama, iar eu sa vin intr-o ora, sa ma bag in pat, sa strang in brate, sa adorm ca puii, sa ma hranesc din caldura ta, tu din a mea, si sa dorm asa muuuuuuuuuuuuuuult.<br /><br />lay me downspinicrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12659148228855548708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-55302253458945135452008-09-29T19:56:00.003+03:002008-09-29T20:03:17.486+03:00PRIMROSE///despre baloane albastre///<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJpgBjGZRR-4KFD7U4idoadtFApY4b2Re5ysTOB-_hhHWFYY9kAzURMIMKyfyOsgSAg-wXmRNPeI7jLEZtjOy4FSM2EkYTHxkN8hxJAFvTTaDqwg19ofoOtgcdw26nLCUCOwXXw/s1600-h/77.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJpgBjGZRR-4KFD7U4idoadtFApY4b2Re5ysTOB-_hhHWFYY9kAzURMIMKyfyOsgSAg-wXmRNPeI7jLEZtjOy4FSM2EkYTHxkN8hxJAFvTTaDqwg19ofoOtgcdw26nLCUCOwXXw/s400/77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251489638933021282" /></a><div>A primrose, I suppose,</div><div>With a prominent nose,</div><div>And a portrait of a naughty girl with a hose.</div><div>Her eyes, the blue mediterranean with a phosphorous glow.</div><div>Her hair, fine oriental silk down over her neck to one side,</div><div>Like the curtains in the theatre down across a column</div><div>before a gallant presentation.</div><div>Her lips, a field of berries,</div><div>Fluttering in the summer wind,</div><div>Making love to the tune of light, warm heart,</div><div>Playng Final Fantasy, was it, on the playstation?</div><div>Her fancy, films and their production,</div><div>As music, I concur.</div><div>I wonder what she reads and what brings muse to her heart?</div><div>Perhaps it's T.S. Elliott or Edgar Allan Poe, to start,</div><div>And an old dumb joke that a father's daughter would take to heart.</div><div>Perhaps she has fallen to the fears and frustrations of modern love,</div><div>I think not!</div><div>Her celtic bark speaks of a superfluous power</div><div>And the feminine strenght one can only find</div><div>In flowers of the jungle.</div><div>If i am mistaken,</div><div>Let my words crumble,</div><div>And I will remain,</div><div>As always, humble.</div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-59246165450868873682008-08-09T22:00:00.009+03:002008-08-10T21:43:43.390+03:00vineri 4:27am, ea & desertul urbanam plecat de la ea cand primul autobuz 135 oprea in statia de gemeni. dimineata, iar in statie nu era urma de copil sau macar de vreun geamat care s-aduca pe lume copii. si nici gemeni; cartierul dormea spre trezire.<br /><br />si de vreme ce-i vorba despre iubire, e ca viata - te poate intineri in cateva secunde, la fel cum in cateva ore te poate transforma in corespondetul batranului care-i aduce fetei fructe proaspete pentru ca-i asa draga, tanara si frumoasa, cu toata viata inainte.<br /><br />trec prin dreptul unui liceu ce-mi aduce aminte de anii de napasare, petrecuti cu stomacul gol si inima tanara, la pas cu iubirea acelor zile. cladirea liceului pare asa de neinsemnata pe langa dimineata asta.<br />in noaptea ce trece m-am indragostit din nou de tine, asa cum se intampla de fiecare data cand te vad. si totul in jurul meu comploteaza, iar ideea asta cu complotul e-asa un cliseu ca nu-mi vine sa cred a crede. si totusi...<br />daca dormi pierzi acest complot. soferii autobuzelor care incetinesc cand te intalnesc, sperand sa faci semn ca vrei sa urci, vrand sa vorbeasca cu cineva despre ziua care-i asteapta. chelnerii din cafenele goale ce privesc la discovery channel cu interes. oamenii de la firmele de securitate care-si fac rondurile pe la punctele strategice si vor sa te convinga din priviri ca nu-s chiar asa de rai cum crezi. suflul vantului in micile intersectii ce poarta primele frunze de toamna.<br /><br />merg parca pregatit sa plec intr-o vacanta prelungita fara stirea nimanui. e micul meu secret de la ora asta. si nu-mi dau seama cat de trist sunt de fapt. la fiecare pas distanta creste intre noi. luminile se dezvolta in intensitate si densitate. strazile se inunda usor de oameni si masini. toti grabiti spre munca din fiecare zi. altii abia se trezesc; in liniste auzi cate-un geam deschizandu-se, apoi lingurita amestecand cafeaua isteric. si aerul ce pleaca din camerele lor. la crepuscul miroase a somn si transpiratie de iubire. sau cel putin asa vreau sa cred. oricum, nu cred ca gresesc. in fiecare dimineata oamenii deschid fereastra, si toata energia pe care-au strans-o in timpul noptii scapa spre cer.<br /><br />imi dau seama din nou ca nu-i distanta, ci timpul. calatoresc in timp, ma indepartez de noi, de tine. probabil acum dormi cel mai greu. ai asteptat mai devreme sa te parasesc, si somnoroasa cum erai ai incuiat usa, te-ai dezbracat de fusta hippie. te-ai invelit cu cearsaful, lasandu-l sa pluteasca peste tine, apoi ridicand picioarele incat de la genunchi in jos sa ramai dezvelita. nu traspiri, asa este. inca pot sa-ti fur formele cu privirea. cel putin din amintire. asa cum am facut-o toata noaptea, in timp ce fata din cafenea te tinea ocupata.<br /><br />si stiu ce urmeaza. vremea se va raci. cerul va fi mai sus. norii vor pieri intr-un strat omogen si plumburiu. iar eu voi fi trist si puternic in fata atator maini de maini plimbandu-se pe strazi de sarbatorile ce vor urma.<br /><br />acasa. dus rapid. si-mi pare rau pentru ca sebumul pielii tale nu-l mai am pe buze. apa rece, racoarea. becul de 40 de wati deasupra aragazului. cafeaua de pe foc. lingurita isterica din ceasca. fum, fum, fum, fumez din tigari. ma gandesc la tine. si totusi imi pare ca palma stanga a retinut un pic din parfumul tau.<br /><br />oamenii se grabesc din nou. aud sandale ce vor sa prinda tramvaie. toamna - pantofii grabiti prin ploaie, iarna - zapada ce scartaie sub bocanci si ghete.<br />ar trebui sa incerc sa adorm. ma asteapta o zi grea - nu sunt insecta - o musca ce poate zbura si are zeci de ochi, ci un fel de om cu fericirea de-a fi trist si constient de asta. minunat mod de a ma ispiti sa fac ochi in ziua ce-mi dezleaga somnul. dar... poate o sa-ti placa, chiar daca nu-i vesel.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te sarut.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSiFeUD3MAC3HanZhu2FLEjPHdGhj6IESA6FxZY8quPSprg1wWVnDESde3TJyaV3XWYz7YE1hF4rDszV0_gpIPk63jbkgxpGzQpF1fd7SSpa2zx6HUAKA7hZ02fGsKkpX2OGkVdA/s1600-h/IMGP8948_mic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSiFeUD3MAC3HanZhu2FLEjPHdGhj6IESA6FxZY8quPSprg1wWVnDESde3TJyaV3XWYz7YE1hF4rDszV0_gpIPk63jbkgxpGzQpF1fd7SSpa2zx6HUAKA7hZ02fGsKkpX2OGkVdA/s400/IMGP8948_mic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232595265817492034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">foto: stefan angelescu</span>spinicrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12659148228855548708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-34569475572276854842008-04-04T04:35:00.005+03:002008-12-10T05:05:49.492+02:0090///60///90///Am inteles sau cred ca am inteles initiativa de "casting" la MILITIENI in perioda sumitului (de fapt nu o inteleg. Daca ar fi avut 2 neuroni in loc de unu, poate ar fi facut si ei "care este institutie" un protest... Asa ca m-am lansat intr-o proiectie astrala sa simt///vad, ce vad si simt si cei ce au luat aceste decizii... Rezulta: je cu snowboard-ul pe a nice, flat brain surface... Mkay si daca sunt supraponderali ce? Sunt mai putin inteligeti? Degaja mai multa caldura si racheta teroristului ar putea sa se ia dupa el in loc de avionul lu Tufish? Ah nu, nu tzine asta, altfel am fi vazut numai militieni horizontally challenged... E de cacat oricum/// But fuck this, cmon, look at this FAT FUCK.... bwahahahahahaaa/// Si acum serios, asta a dat spaga sau cu cine e ruda de a scapat pe strada?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBspVdl9wtyTRD3rlcGttE7ZbVcYXwKlqpUqk2meEIg7j4krT4pKGZ3njnoQ-Qdod30vxpbpVw4S2gvEBAwyummX4YMWecB4BTE91Pa6O788VHKet4D6wM6KUaUiMwcMItaKl94w/s1600-h/IMGP1246.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185207448962907586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBspVdl9wtyTRD3rlcGttE7ZbVcYXwKlqpUqk2meEIg7j4krT4pKGZ3njnoQ-Qdod30vxpbpVw4S2gvEBAwyummX4YMWecB4BTE91Pa6O788VHKet4D6wM6KUaUiMwcMItaKl94w/s400/IMGP1246.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ASy9P8qjGk__DHBsKR05l4__FXgCc42Sa-O-qfGKteD60nGu89uL7iv_QZgf5U3lUQAwXwNqSRsAWq7P81iz4S622wGOJYGO76Tsg8RVW2czJRCfSOem-dld5bDMJ0-5nWgA0Q/s1600-h/IMGP1243.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185207307228986802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ASy9P8qjGk__DHBsKR05l4__FXgCc42Sa-O-qfGKteD60nGu89uL7iv_QZgf5U3lUQAwXwNqSRsAWq7P81iz4S622wGOJYGO76Tsg8RVW2czJRCfSOem-dld5bDMJ0-5nWgA0Q/s400/IMGP1243.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lebede pe Budabesta///</span></strong><br /><br /><div></div></div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-26249583698930780422008-04-03T03:42:00.014+03:002008-12-10T05:05:50.806+02:00The condition of being free; the power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints///A zis, scris cineva, de fata care se afla printre cei "adunati" care sa ales cu un picior rupt? De toate fantasmagoriile de la tv in primele ore, cand respectabilii nostri crainici baloshi vobeau, visau la anarhisti cu materiale inflamabile asupra lor?<br />Azi si in urmatoarele zile observam ce inseamna libertatea si "drepturile dronei"<br />Pe zgomot de Laibach-Türkiye, dedic moarte politicianului roman, sug o gura de palinca de maramu si postez cateva poze cu "aia rai si diabolici de merta batuti pe sectie pur si simplu"<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJAqgXowp4bZelvvgtpOMZNYKGTgI1wdKebVvxPrxnljxHwCqNDmIUPWB8N-iCOiYHw2Znbm_X4eywrQuCFxk6khf3R4sARQqTSU7KdK_LLAFOsnpGebdHfn9fBlBrfEQmPOmEw/s1600-h/IMGP1491.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184820884726398354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJAqgXowp4bZelvvgtpOMZNYKGTgI1wdKebVvxPrxnljxHwCqNDmIUPWB8N-iCOiYHw2Znbm_X4eywrQuCFxk6khf3R4sARQqTSU7KdK_LLAFOsnpGebdHfn9fBlBrfEQmPOmEw/s400/IMGP1491.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3YAZq60cImLLvKEA1mLJTT1Mmz13RUPufyRIqJEzIR6Xi0vCSSZwxaR7JuS2Bky2FVn-vo0KKTQVGlrNny185F-zdbUybPFsK7vgMaeK8apUbO8cOM_3mUC67kCCYuO8S8a9TA/s1600-h/IMGP1471.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184820734402542978" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAN2hSpkoZ-Hogpukn-dsCCfH14DVarPy9RBXP7ZBBswQZCZ9UKurVzUUOK5gbvO4MDL4jEQwm0SV1cTRIXp4IpS6GKD8nTwehWvQW7PgPvA8nWcpuERMv1aJ4pt3xAWEikP5SQ/s400/IMGP1341.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxiRhaPmPBuDQRx7MxSiDopGMLQsffnjqjdCAZcZ34GCxQpL93cMrg95GISFgoptDiUJT5O_iEOnG47YnFPyQ7m0Gx2Gl13cSt1ShO3sLY8OKa86vXDMHCNjyNf-LMoHPm8b8lg/s1600-h/IMGP1332.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184820352150453586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxiRhaPmPBuDQRx7MxSiDopGMLQsffnjqjdCAZcZ34GCxQpL93cMrg95GISFgoptDiUJT5O_iEOnG47YnFPyQ7m0Gx2Gl13cSt1ShO3sLY8OKa86vXDMHCNjyNf-LMoHPm8b8lg/s400/IMGP1332.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFL2b9KHQR89ELmfPkDQtWhCQweXP2PP4ERZs7n_UGXt0iSH6IvzIrHa4KNLTqIVVe5sNulXxdDxspbo7EyQQxzTPoVWGNOAhdbv92uj8l8ONWSeun4ECsTvC-FzyNyimobZD8BQ/s1600-h/IMGP1297.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184820167466859842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFL2b9KHQR89ELmfPkDQtWhCQweXP2PP4ERZs7n_UGXt0iSH6IvzIrHa4KNLTqIVVe5sNulXxdDxspbo7EyQQxzTPoVWGNOAhdbv92uj8l8ONWSeun4ECsTvC-FzyNyimobZD8BQ/s400/IMGP1297.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSr9yvOSbJIA7a2tyhk7QLbRzv_LCVjgqAPJWRFtE32ccmt_5uOEE8vpr1ta6ZzbJmAypSoH_4oWuEWKHXv_ESPX4RrRcDndm1zHjNKUCohKLWTAFE4xL_Zgfv2ZxwibUEj3uTJQ/s1600-h/IMGP1308.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184819999963135282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSr9yvOSbJIA7a2tyhk7QLbRzv_LCVjgqAPJWRFtE32ccmt_5uOEE8vpr1ta6ZzbJmAypSoH_4oWuEWKHXv_ESPX4RrRcDndm1zHjNKUCohKLWTAFE4xL_Zgfv2ZxwibUEj3uTJQ/s400/IMGP1308.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">freedom is obsolete///</span></strong><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-50093647821438406612008-03-19T16:21:00.006+02:002008-12-10T05:05:51.000+02:00the day the earth stood still///<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>T</strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;">oday is the day the earth stood still for me. I was listening a dumb song on my way down to the subway and all of a sudden the radio frequency gone wild, all i got was some gibberish hiss. I quikly remembered someone saying that's like the sound o stars... </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Than the noise turned to images, slowly surrounding me. They say if u are in a evil place your spirit wont be able to make'it to heavens. But now??? fuckkk/// I'm drinking moonshine on mars, impregnating stars, giving birth to sun's, offering Saturn's rings to Venus, but Venus wants no penis. As the future unfolds, i sail my spirit to the past, back to the day of creation. Out of the darkness comes God, drunk like a thirteen year old blonde girl, holding a pair of genitals with his third hand. He looks at me and falls asleep, holding Adam and Eve's future genitals at his chest... I leave God's crib and start wondering for αίών/// Now im back, a second later in the subway, among the empty shells///</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179484143771234866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmst-3gul6w5gnRTdXuvnd1q859GSKsjcGYngWUyF7oMTF3NLPg3U6fX7-rLVzmbY0JcNZWZNkHxmC7AiVhZvwLi1ZUw_Exl5UFZMeIjANtcH-_SU8VCSfhdIF9SjukrPukuhAA/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><br />wake the fuck up///Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-58935747921418692382008-02-12T18:54:00.000+02:002008-12-10T05:05:51.247+02:00Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici \\\///<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_KgaoCtWaaHL456S_l1-fx9W-qiai-FFtnRKsEqcer6FhFf-bDutvLFaKygyF4p2ya66HJm8ex91oygGoepOtpklHp4EAfnlb6K-ENFcIvasXP3qrTrmyyK7b6OmF7pExIPKHg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166139301022304418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_KgaoCtWaaHL456S_l1-fx9W-qiai-FFtnRKsEqcer6FhFf-bDutvLFaKygyF4p2ya66HJm8ex91oygGoepOtpklHp4EAfnlb6K-ENFcIvasXP3qrTrmyyK7b6OmF7pExIPKHg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">V</span></strong>oilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me <strong><span style="font-size:100%;">V</span></strong>. <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166139442756225202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgaoQlpnfU9jC2Oqc_HgJF0w2clJ88o7hBmHGfaFkkqLdSDPk9lH1y5pPEQh1bIBK9XeaS3eHS2kuhsCPb3PIFt7nyouhZ-Ao3ZDj9Ag0VXHqZxx_WMAyGSV97tFWnm2zwTt5NA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Ve Shall Strike///</div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-9160475380314389682008-02-06T13:55:00.001+02:002008-12-10T05:05:51.768+02:00in sictiro veritas///asa-i in tenisAm fost zilele trecute la un interviu cu unul dintre dragii nostri Amputati, anume Corneliu Ciontu. Preafericitul presedinte al Clubului Amputatilor. Cauza nefericirii lui fiind ancestrala piatra de temelie a ceea ce va sa devina "New Mecca" crestina romanesca. Din pacate nu a ars la reintrarea in atmosfera de la ultimul ei salt din parcul Carol, izbindu-se fix in ograda casei popoului langa terenul de tenis al clubului in care domnia sa activeaza ca presedinte. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164207212231523378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Zu1FxktJ8yzvAwZn6WQlOTntWujo_AnjSLQt-ikJ5-eGMF0FNbPhzyu9kMj3Dj_vlniykIkPOTDClzIXwPjdqAWhKZbUPzp53GiH4t4N6vMHeyZ8QdMP_aSuYn4nWJwH2w_vDg/s400/04-02-2008-IMGP7782-SA.JPG" border="0" />Din aceasta cauza preafericitul prevede niste intrevederi cu preafericitul Daniel, in idea "mai incercam si noi odata?" so, rezulta teren de tenis VS catedrala neamului...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164208028275309666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gja-afd6strqQ0MDggz9tfGLJXOZUUK-vijgrlphZU0ETtlVHXZYpN5Fry4v9TU1C2fKfrf0Tz3Xq1kBEtdgiW5oiJ7_LJcgf_hmIl5D0HoXvGmG5CcnsaYaopmXmWPoPOe0YA/s400/04-02-2008-IMGP7899-SA+copy.jpg" border="0" />Nu incep sa sa mai intru in detalii gen, nu avem nevoie de o catedrala, un monument gigantic, inutil cu iz de grandomanie si comunism, ca de banii respectivi se pot ajuta x persoane cu diferite nevoi speciale si alte programe de ordin social... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164208393347529842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjaWKNJ-8IDx61Ku9uekDft3GFvUWEJbFRE7Zg6sJG0wjWoQNQaxBrC7aZuo3cSGFh-F9QZfZbF6Rkj1yhXXCZky95GirMnaHRNf6qap8HqZ8cu8HAG4mZmaGcyY0ndJSMQW0qg/s400/04-02-2008-IMGP7970-SA+copy.jpg" border="0" /> It's just me sau tot ce e in jurul meu tinde sa semene tot mai mult cu o pictura de Hieronymus Bosch? Doar ca piatra filozofala si procesele alchimice sunt inlocuite cu spaga si coruptie... Am ramas numb, singurele cuvinte care se ciocnesc de peretii mintii mele legat de ROMANICA sunt "de un absurd, penibil si halucinant"<br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Am icalecat pe un topor si am zburat in popor</span><strong>/// THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!</strong></span>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-89476282225401387662008-01-30T12:00:00.000+02:002008-12-10T05:05:52.029+02:00good morning///romanica<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5cA0hyphenhyphendMoxRH_104qSiMD_PoRo6bUmr0_euWLRdDqVp9LVtWScldOCoiLrSD04WoLeYLdhEtwO4SRlVVoLAo3g6hed6x_inXDbD9u0ps0QVFEYF-tHjzcl5yMeG0oow0Vb1Cmw/s1600-h/mertz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161214603573722082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5cA0hyphenhyphendMoxRH_104qSiMD_PoRo6bUmr0_euWLRdDqVp9LVtWScldOCoiLrSD04WoLeYLdhEtwO4SRlVVoLAo3g6hed6x_inXDbD9u0ps0QVFEYF-tHjzcl5yMeG0oow0Vb1Cmw/s400/mertz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoIAMrFFFPmGJtsijEeUSSHjOqI79f7a-gDLgwKN1YtAXU-pCt4y_eefYLDeONgSEDdx9d7AzshXRFYGNHCc-2ZCEGsAJDkwGV4I6CqEiXBqBQb8vV53ZLc87ZPVpIfcu-cHu4w/s1600-h/mertz.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Bun venit in aceasta dimineata zemoasa cu arome de primavara. Soare afara, cerul curat si albastru... foarte frumos, pacat de context. Incerc sa ma grabesc sa prind amarata de sedinta, unde oricum atarn de scaun, mandru precum o fotografie ovala in sepia pe o bucata de ceramica sub o cruce jegoasa///o baba gingase precum o lebada imi suiera dulce printre dinti "prostule" multumire pentru gestul meu de a face loc spre scaun unei doamne inetate, ma uit cu dezgust la ea si tac, ma hranesc cu satisfactia de nu ai ii da ton sa refuleze/// 11:00, sala de sedinta, totul ordonat inafara de fetele plictisite, unele somnoroase altele pur si simplu. Andu in fata mea ca intodeauna, neinteresat, deseneaza sau face tot felul de calcule sau probleme de geometrie dupa diverse metode antice chinezesti, ma apuc si eu sa desenez. E liniste, se vorbeste aproape in soapta, cineva imi zice de niste poze pentru un articol, notez constincios in zig zag printre diversele desene si simboluri ce stau asternute pe coala, incerc sa intorc coala si observ ca e de fapt un print cu o poza din ziarul de ieri... ce e in print? un portret cu iliescu zambaretz as ever, poza facuta de ziua lui. Mototolesc coala o zvarl in buzunar, ma sterg la ochi si ies din sala de sedinta///acum scriu///am scris</div></div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-79186028851107997302007-12-30T17:09:00.000+02:002008-12-10T05:05:52.192+02:0030-12-07///15:41<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYYYlxOndgUtYOtFuP4PVmEEwKRmG5MThOxk2r0GOZ8JSPZgZ5wFgUYYsH_ZJThOkRiPk0twOJVbeFt0nE8sdQ46LbrO2YNnqW4mQZgAIM06iOzGC7XusAr_ugrt8oThU3x8WzQ/s1600-h/30-12-07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149784168097723698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYYYlxOndgUtYOtFuP4PVmEEwKRmG5MThOxk2r0GOZ8JSPZgZ5wFgUYYsH_ZJThOkRiPk0twOJVbeFt0nE8sdQ46LbrO2YNnqW4mQZgAIM06iOzGC7XusAr_ugrt8oThU3x8WzQ/s400/30-12-07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ahetrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06243607430143755997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26822909.post-19409301848186219092007-12-30T17:05:00.000+02:002008-12-10T05:05:52.489+02:0029-12-07///13:21<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZAr5kb_rCbbF5YFoCRgoMBuAH65NZ732KFpmrVbO_VvUfyyN27KU-NPODkG1OSHmKcsIByA7BPU5M8OYiiAxW2yxa6V64_UpNzzW8g4xCJj_iQkg2JwPq1lxLxU7nmtpUu1pDg/s1600-h/29-12-07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149783029931390242" style="FLOAT: left; 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