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Speram sa se lanseze cat mai repede acest videoclip :) L-am vazut cu mult inainte sa apara si sincer spun: UN MARE PAS IN MUZICA ROMANEASCA SI UN MARE PAS IN REALIZAREA VIDEOCLIPURILOR!

Cost of Living

Hope dies last!

I just hope for the bus of fate to end it faster 'cos I don't want it to be my fault, in the eyes of god, I want to die tryin' like 50 Cent.

For Emma, Forever Ago

Song: Skinny Love
Artist: Bon Iver

***some advice: get the album!***

Come on skinny love just last the year

Pour a little salt we were never here

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer



I tell my love to wreck it all

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Right in the moment this order's tall



I told you to be patient

I told you to be fine

I told you to be balanced

I told you to be kind

In the morning I'll be with you

But it will be a different "kind"

I'll be holding all the tickets

And you'll be owning all the fines



Come on skinny love what happened here

Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Sullen load is full; so slow on the split



I told you to be patient

I told you to be fine

I told you to be balanced

I told you to be kind

Now all your love is wasted?

Then who the hell was I?

Now I'm breaking at the britches

And at the end of all your lines



Who will love you?

Who will fight?

Who will fall far behind?

High as a kite

High as a kite I’m trying desperately to find Microsoft Office in my start programs menu. It’s no easy task, especially when you actually have something to put down. Like I was saying when you’re so out of it most of the time and you actually got around to being numb so maybe the next step is to actually be happy a little. Everything comes crashing down around you on a sunny Monday afternoon when you’ve got nothing better to do than order a pizza get baked and watch a few bad movies. Too bad they’re all following the American recipe. Love, family good will prevail. Even the worst comedies. The movie ends you get up from your chair and start to see the bits and pieces of your dreams flying around you in a whirl wind glittering in the Monday sun that comes through the shades of your living room. Some peaces look familiar but really, I can’t remember from witch dream they came. Now, being hollow, some things tend to resonate within when they bump into you. But nothing stays. An album from the 90’s, a cigarette and some really nice things. That’s all you’ve got. The walls around really look friendly once you get to know them.

T.S.B.

Cum ma zbat in mizerie, in patura sociala de jos, merg de obicei cu metroul, autobuzul etc. si nu regret nici macar o secunda. De multe ori este plicticos, fete obosite, miros de picioare, usturoi si shaorma, DAR ocazional este interesant. Ieri am ajuns sa fiu suprasaturat de tztze si buci (T.S.B.). Ori traiesc intr-un film porno si sunt doar un spectator (ceea ce e cam trist) SAU femeile aici in Romania sunt mult mai tarfe decat in restul lumii. Cata nevoie de pula sa urle in persoana lor pentru a se imbraca in halul asta? O bluzita de bumbac cat de cat mulata, materialul cat mai moale, cat mai alba si cat mai subtire, sutienul acasa si sfarcurile intr-o stare de erectie continua(si eu credeam ca barbatii sunt obsedati). Sa nu mai zic despre pantaloni… au ajuns sa fie doar niste chiloti dintr-un material mai gros. Inteleg ca este foarte cald, dar da-o in mortii ei de caldura! Asa o lipsa de inhibitii nu se justifica nici un Sahara!
Cu toate ca nu am putut niciodata sa inteleg violatorii acum incep sa-mi fie chiar simpatici. Faimoasa replica “si-o cauta” tinde sa fie 100% adevarata. Oricum ceea ce nu inteleg eu este de cata pula sa aiba nevoie o femeie? Refuz sa cred ca ele se imbraca asa fara sa stie ca atrag priviri sau sa nu stie ca li se vad sfarcurile, cracii, curu inclusiv pizda! Da, pizda chiar se vede! Cum poate o femeie sa isi ia chiar si la birou o pereche de pantaloni care ii intra in pizda si ii arata forma destul de exact. Ca tot am ajuns la tinuta office, trebuie sa remarc faptul ca aici la noi in ograda totul devine MULT mai vulgar. Pana si tinuta eleganta “office” au reusit pitzipoancele noastre scumpe sa o faca vulgara. Pantalonii mai sus mentionati au fost primul pas, apoi au aparut fustele crapate pana la crapatura si camasile albe descheiate pana la mijloc totul cu o garnitura de sutien negru. De ce se mai obosesc sa se imbrace? Oricum deja stim ce e acolo, cum, cat si in ce fel! E inutil. Mai bine facem pe strada cabine de futut. Ca sa nu ne mai stresam cu vrajeala si stransul ciorapilor de pe jos cand aduci pe cineva acasa. Femeia iese in pula goala din casa, se plimba asa pana cand vede armasarul dorit, il trage in cabina, il fute si ii da drumul iar in salbaticie. Eu consider ca am avut si am o viata sexuala destul de normala si activa (recunosc ca in ultimul timp ceva mai slab dar nimic ingrijorator) si totusi am ajuns sa imi aleg un punct din peretele din fata pe care sa-l intimidez cu privirea pana trebuie sa cobor. Cand tot timpul in jurul tau se petrece un film porno cum poti sa-ti pastrezi calmul? Mie chiar nu imi mai ardea de bla bla ham ham, chiar imi venea sa le iau la palme si suturi in cur pana se transforma bluza in pardesiu.
Romancele in proportie de 90% “este tarfe”! Am zis!
Di ind.

Salty sweet pus

They’re there, healing then opening up again. Sometimes like a bad child I open them up myself again and again. I live with them every day. I’m not ashamed. But I will always hate them, I’ll try to make them heal thousands of times and then open them up again. For I am nothing without my wounds.

Netu' face minuni

Sau mai bine zis le atrage... Ca simplu spectator ca al fenomenului internet in Romania de la inceputuri si pana acum, am inceput sa constat un declin in calitatea oamenilor care-l folosesc. Inainte cu toate ca foloseam "Mirc" si nu existau bloguri, poze, profile, s.a.m.d. intalneai mai la tot pasul oameni ok, puteai sa schimbi o vorba orcand cu mai oricine. Acum in schimb, trebuie sa caut zile intregi un singur om ok. E deja frustrant. Probabil ca din acest motiv sunt la moda blogurile. E atat de greu sa gasesti pe cineva cu care sa vorbesti incat incepi sa vorbesti singur. Acum ca internetul a inceput sa fie accesibil si in mediul rural cu 3g-ul si toate inventiile sunt cu adevarat fericit. Nu numai ca trebuie sa evit in fiecare zi zecile de tzarani de oras, acum trebuie sa evit si "the real thing". Asa nu!

Shit in the playlist.

While looking around in the playlist for a song about shit... I typed "shit" in the jump to file menu in winamp and guess what? Not much of a surprise, I stumbled upon Lissie - Bright side and Reactor - Feeling the love. And people say I'm an unhappy person... I wonder why?
Here take a look:

Where’s my transformer?

Childhood. Remember? I do. Also I remember a little kid who wanted a transformer toy. He asked his mom: Mommy can I please have a transformer? Please, please, please!!! All my friends have emmmm… And I want to play with them. His mother answered: “It’s either your toy, or food.”

I hate covers... BUT

I usually hate covers. The original keeps playing in my head and I can't listen to the murdered version... Almost never. But in this case I was amazed!

I really should be gay!

While reading this listen to this song

I mean, I really fucking hate women. I just like to see them get fucked. Having a woman on my cock is fucking great. There bitch! You hold out so much until the "right guy"comes along and guess what? I'm not the right fucking guy, I'm here just to fuck you. It's revenge if you will. They are all whores. Holding out for shit! They like fucking but they have to be sensitive and superior, and we, the men, are fucking animals always trying to fuck... Well DOH BITCH! I work, have nice clothes, go to the gym, shower, walk,talk and think and WAKE THE FUCK UP IN THE MORNING just to fucking be "right" to win your appreciation so I can fuck you! My life, would be great if every woman would drop the bullshit. That's why gay men are so happy! It's easy! Life gets uncomplicated suddenly! We got fucking out of the way, so now, everything they do, they do out of their own hearts and personalities and they fucking are themselfs. Not a fucking idiot trying to impress chicks so he can fucking procreate! FUCK CHILDREN! I'm not a fucking pedophile, but come ooon, if having kids means doing all that... pff I WOULD TAKE A DICK IN THE ASS ANYTIME... I'd probally fucking love it to. Aaaa just dick, no kids... FUCK women!
Even now I'm trying to fuck this woman but she's playing hard to get, the fucking ritual of mating. She knows I'm going to fuck her, and that she's going to be my bitch for at least one night but she's playing hard to get. What the fuck? You know you want the cock, I want to give you the cock, just fucking take it and drop the act! Who do you think you're fooling? I don't think I'm better the her but fuck! I don't pretend to be moral or sensitive. I am a male fucking human and by definition I NEED TO FUCK! I don't hide that. I'm fucking proud. Also as a man I will do the shopping, lift heavy things, KILL THE FUCKING DINOSAURS THAT ARE FUCKING HUNTING YOU, gather the food, protect the young and fuck you every night that your head doesn't hurt. You fucking like me and all this isn't enough for you! Not that's fucked up! Maybe we won't have kids our see each other again after the first fuck but hey! I had a great time, you did too! If it works out we've got a healthy relationship that can lead to anywhere, if not... well fuck! It was a great time!
I have to mention that i wrote this while I was high and I'll deny it. Now I'll go online looking for my first portorican. Have A GREAT FUCKING SEX LIFE BITCH!