the day the earth stood still///

Today 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... 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///




wake the fuck up///

Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici \\\///

Voilà! 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 V.

Ve Shall Strike///

in sictiro veritas///asa-i in tenis

Am 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. 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...
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... 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"

Am icalecat pe un topor si am zburat in popor/// THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!

good morning///romanica

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

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