Archive for the ‘bla’ Category

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me, alice

October 17, 2013

oooooooff wiiith myyy heeeeaaaaad!…

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re-listening

January 10, 2013

i’ve got some dead friends who live on inside me
i’ve got some living who are dying inside

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în gât [h.m.]

January 3, 2013

da, pe cuvânt, m-aş exporta.

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baliza [a.p.]

October 31, 2012

chiar, cum să mai ascult vladimir vîsoţki?
eu cu sticla de votkă sau de whisky nu am, în mod deosebit, treabă.
deci nu asta ar fi problema. însă mai ascult cohen şi pink floyd.
în plus, ascult şi nick cave, calavera, rasputina.
aşa, fără nici o legătură [?].

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lupul [şi] lupul [l.d.]

October 14, 2012

fierbinte, cât mai fierbinte
ceaiul să-l ţin la dinte,
tare, cât mai tare
muzica, să uit că mă doare,
că din nou afară s-a luminat,
că a plouat
şi mai picură din jgheaburi,
că totul e-nvelit în aburi.

lupul posomorât [şi]
lupul ros de melancolie şi urât.

totul a fost întrerupt deoarece
prin încăperi trecuse un şoarece.
dar, vă daţi seama, nu era un şoarece obişnuit:
avea coada ruptă şi dura la nesfârşit.
trecerea lui plină de chiţăit şi putoare
era foarte mare.

lupul posomorât [şi]
lupul ros de melancolie şi urât.

atunci m-am îndreptat spre manufacturi
şi-am început să fac tot felul de cumpărături
fără alegere, fără rost,
pentru anotimpurile care-au fost.

lupul posomorât [şi]
lupul ros de melancolie şi urât.

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azi-noapte

September 26, 2012

– am replantat aloe vera;
– m-am tuns;
– am ascultat muzică;
– am spălat;
– m-am uitat în gol;
– am întors un pahar;
– am făcut fotografii;
– am scris.

de dormit, n-am dormit. oricum, trebuia sa mă trezesc pe la 5.

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hot religious doubledating

February 1, 2012

pj: i’m so fucking, fucking, fucking, hot!

vincent: i know you are, babe.

pj: no, it’s quite hot in here.

vincent: are you stupid? it’s the nature of my glass house. oh, fabulous, here’s matthew and björk.

björk: hello.

matthew: vincent, polly, good to see you.

björk: i’m so excited! i’ve never been on such an artistic and exclusive double date before. the erotic re-awakening that matthew has brought about in me has opened a lot of plebeian activities that i’ve not experienced before now. i’m loving it, to do these things that aren’t necessarily elfin.

vincent: yeah, björk, whatever. i just wanna know when you two get down, who’s wearing the clovenhoof strap-on?

pj: vincent! how rude! could i weigh any less? i’m really quite shy of my weight, but i like to take on characters for performing with the use of make-up. eye make-up and lipstick and some more lipstick – it’s really quite transformative. and when i’ve thrown up everything i’ve just eaten then I feel…

björk: oh to throw up… it means what? also, everybody, what is the definition of disingenuous? i want to know so many things. i’ve got a lot of money for designer clothes. i can just trudge through the desert getting my comme-des-garçons skirt all dirty and dusty. it don’t matter. if hopping into a live volcano feels right, i say do it.

matthew: i say, cappuccinos are fine with me on the downtime, but what do you kids say to a picnic? i’ve got the basket and the bent waiting. we could play some touch football, what do you say?

vincent: hey, yeah, matthew, we’re both hot former football players. i know björk can fight like a motherfucker, but polly would snap like a twig at the smallest tackle. let’s put her on a hook and do some minnow fishing. polly? oh look, she’s banging her head against the wall and björk’s recording it.

björk: the rhythm! it moves my insides like sunshine jelly!

matthew: isn’t she a darling thing?

vincent: when she says ‘jelly’ it makes me think of someone’s ass, and then i think…

matthew: how dare you, sir! that’s my childwoman you’re speaking of!

vincent: matthew, i didn’t say björk, i’m just thinking of any ass. not even necessarily a woman, it could be my own ass. like my ass is…

pj: vincent you are an ass! you are an ass!

matthew: what about my ass? it’s hard from sports.

this repulsive celebrity double date has been brought to you by the church of latter day saints.