Archive for December, 2011

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cutiuţa

December 30, 2011

probabil n-am nimerit-o – urechea mea muzicală nu ajută deloc.
dar mulţumim :)

later edit:

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vreo 15,

December 24, 2011

dar măcar am cumpărat ingrediente pentru prăjitură şi struguri.

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wywh

December 19, 2011

same signifier, radically different signified.

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o dimineaţă

December 18, 2011

răsărit roz observat de amândouă

umbre matinale

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a shining artifact of the past [l.c.]

December 14, 2011

everybody knows the war is over,
everybody knows the good guys lost,
everybody knows the fight was fixed,
the poor stay poor, the rich get rich.

that’s how it goes – everybody knows.

everybody knows that the boat is leaking,
everybody knows the captain lied.

everybody knows that you love me, baby,
everybody knows that you really do.

everybody knows the deal is rotten,
everybody knows the scene is dead.

everybody knows what you’ve been through,
from the bloody cross on top of calvary
to the beach of malibu,
everybody knows it’s coming apart.

everybody knows, everybody knows,
that’s how it goes – everybody knows.

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ieri

December 11, 2011

– un târg de cadouri de crăciun, standul cu diverse sortimente de cafea. un domn în vârstă, cu şorţ verde şi ecuson ‘delicatesse’: ‘dom’le, regimul comunist a fost un regim criminal şi odios, deci cum putea să fie mai bun?!’

– jandarmii i-au băgat în dube pe cei câţiva protestatari ‘occupy’ din faţa TNB – era ziua internaţională a drepturilor omului, dar ‘manifestaţia’ nu avea autorizaţie. what does this really look like? în rusia au fost peste 50 de mii de oameni care au protestat; e adevărat, şi unii dintre ei au fost arestaţi. simpatică a fost o replică a unui protestatar din piaţa universităţii: ‘parcă suntem la kremlin’. eh.

– ‘Bd. Lascăr Catargiu (fost Ana Ipătescu)’. şi când de gândeşti că era conservator, but that makes it even cooler :)

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mouthwash [sau tratamentul]

December 8, 2011

let’s get lost: fingers first
it is an ordinary evening,
i am broadcasting and you’re receiving: sick sick sound
all fall down – it is a necessary evil,
just like highway gas stations and people.

i remember brighter days when all this was a mystery and
you could write a letter then or, god forbid, come visit me.

and if you find yourself without me,
can you find yourself without me?
come on, find yourself without me,
can you find yourself without me?

hey, i’m fine.
you are saying nothing but your tongue is getting blacker all the time.
it is a measurable feeling,
seven on a scale from dead to breathing.
i’ve connected speakers to my suitors at the discotheques
and they don’t know the difference:
are they men or are they memorex?

and if you find yourself without me
can you find yourself without me
can you find yourself without me
come on, come on, come on
take your listerine, listerine.

i remember brighter days when all this was a mystery and
you could write a letter then or, god forbid, come visit me.
i remember brighter days when all this was a mystery and
you could write a letter then or, god forbid, come visit me.

and if you find yourself without me,
can you find yourself without me?
come on, find yourself without me,
come on, come on, come on,
take your listerine, listerine, listerine.