Ganduri fara vreo legatura aparenta

artist este cineva care nu-si doreste decat sa gandeasca si sa creeze toata ziua..nu are legatura cu aprecierea externa ci cu focusul, cu trairea interioara..cu demonii din tine care te impiedica sa participi normal la procesul vietii cotidiene si te leaga intr-un proces continuu de ganduri si nevoie de exprimare...

de ce avem nevoie de altcineva..se sufletul pereche? k nu suntem biologic facuti sa ne iubim singuri..la nivelul primar..fizic, ca suntem fiinte gregare si necesitam socializare, k pentru reproducere trebuie 2, nu suntem capabili sa ne iubim singuri suficient poate dc am fi in forma de sfera am fi perfecti ...sau de spirala,.. am fi suficienti noua insine dar asa suntem in continua cautare, a celeilalte jumatati,... numai iluzia ei, identificarea acelei jumatati in altcineva poate aduce fericirea, implinirea, completarea; satisface acea nevoie de iubire de sine..-prin altcineva

THERE ARE NO BAD DRUGS

.. ONLY BAD USERS

quote my ass
if u D.A.R.E.

Ghosts

sometimes ghosts of all types
come out to haunt you
they can be people
alive or dead
or just simple memories
that drag u with them
till u get lost
in a sea of nostalgia
it's important thou
to not forget
the present
cos that is
the only thing
that is

Trying to reallly not give a shit!

about anything
and everything
I am afraid of the freedom that follows the destruction
of the status quo
and still
so eager
to feel it's bitter sweet taste!

it's funny when you cling to a lifeline and end up strangled by it

neo surealism, h.r.giger and some dark thoughts

how could we achieve a consistency in thoughts and feelings when what we want changes constantly and what we've achieved loses value..there's always a new goal, always a drive that doesn't let the mind be at peace..i guess it's the normal state when being a grown up..when leaving in a world where you are constantly pressured to achieve, to progress..and that's how we get to blaim ourselves for the lack of activity and productivity..that's why we need to be efficient to not waste time..the social brainwashing of our mind and enslavement of our spirit to the realm of action..as if our mind and thoughts were not enough to keep the boredom away..now we must show off for what we've produced with it...it's only the finite project that gives the feeling of completion and satisfaction...
i wanna stop the anxiety, i wanna reach a calm in an immobile do nothing state, i wanna eliminate the need for action and feelings of guilt..in the end..it's all the same..al a big play, or video game..and it's hard to decide on the strugle rather than the show...

PANIKA!!

nu e nimeni pe messenger..
contextu': dimineatza, sau ma rog 2 juma dar doar la o ora dupa trezire, obisnuita cu ritualul zilnic de cateva ore de ceai, mic dejun, fumat, etc..ritual esential bunastarii zilei din care nu poate sa lipseasca internetu k ..hmm.."sursa" d pornire a creierului sau ceva....adika nu mai uit la tv, nu citesc presa, nu ma intereseaza realitatea prea mult asa cu "noapea'n'cap" dar macar imi fac norma zilnica d comunicare cu lumea..
si nimik..azi dimineatza super multa liniste..am si muzica la maxim si tot pare liniste..am doar 4 oameni p mess..si na aia 4 cu care nu vorbesc niciodata..deci fuck you internet sau diferenta d fus orar sau telepatie cu prietenii sau whatev..stau si io p invisible si ma duc pe-afara!
concluzia:
si asa ies eu din casa inainte d lasarea serii! Azi chiar o sa ma bucur d soare! hahaha

despues de los andes

LISTEN

First impressions not totally positive thou altogether I really enjoyed the trip and will always remember it- my first and hopefully not last incursion in South America. this post include what I might forget so have to spit it out before that happens :)

Later on..pictures, march a peach -in spanish machu pichu- titicaca and all the tourist goodies

- no anonimity or simply walking down the street in the cities of peru..or pretty much anywhere tourists may go..everyone wants to talk to you wants to sell you something or offer some sevices ar simply ask for money..there's no mercy on the tourists they are the prey, they are the saviors, they can make the difference between a meal of just rice and potatoes to a feast of slain alpacas and guinea pigs..

-there's tourist prices and local prices everywhere..no much communication without spanish unless you have a guide/translator /slave everywhere you go ( according to the price you can hire someone to be anything for you including slave it seems)

-strong experience many colors and stunning heights..it seems like you're always high and the mystical, therapeutical coca leaves improve that..

machu pichu could be virtually recreated as a pacman game where the lamas move on the inka steps eating grass and score points running from the tourists who are shooting them with cameras but a mystical place nevertheless; don't get fooled by its appearance as some sort of inka disneyland.. magical things could happen at any step like wake up surrounded by colorful butterflies somewhere up on top of the universe!

to interact with locals you generally have to pay in suns or soles they call them:

looking at them: half a sun ( or maybe a moon if you're lucky)

taking a picture: one full sun, if you have a good camera 2 suns

if they get in your picture by mistake when you are trying to capture a monument: still one sun

unless they're selling something every precious word coming outta their mouth will mean 1 less sun in your pocket.. tourists are full/made of suns and all locals are stars!!

that's bout it..4 now :)

meaningless or more

The less I am understood and able to communicate the more chances I have to become a genius or an artist..

The more I continue to hurt inside and out.. i am less likely to be trapped in the profane, material path of life and get tripped on the mundane. I see life more and more as a dream..

anonimous quote

All existence (our very life) keeps going through the sum total of the endless repeating cycles of which it is composed. It is even more direct than that, and I am going to get very abstract for a just a moment.

Our very existence is only by virtue of our awareness of these cycles or circles. And now for the hard part: Everything is (or continues to exist) only by returning, repeating and restating itself. That is, everything we know and can have any awareness of has to somehow persist or exist long enough for us to experience it. The converse is also true.

That which does not re-instate or repeat itself (in other words, that from which we get no return) is not for us. In fact, that which does not return for us (come to our awareness) comprises the sum total of our ignorance. We ignore it. It does not register. Our consciousness then, that which we are aware of, is made up of the endless returns or returning of cycles.

inka o luni

oboseala, letargie, lipsa de kef, cum voi mai trece si prin saptamana asta? cum ma voi trezi? cum imi voi face kef sa fac tot ce trebuie? desi stiu k nu e adevarat , acum simt k n-as vrea decat sa pierd toata saptamana- p net, p plaja, la cocktailuri si cafele, socializari inutile si glume..
ce este acel motoras care ni sa invarte in stomac,acel monstruletz al actiunii care se cere zilnic hranit cu activitate, si care nu ne lasa sa nu facem nimik linistiti..nimik..adika ce sa ma simt bine inseamna k nu fac nimik? se pare k da caci nevoile biologice dicteaza la actiune..la integrare, la realizare, la agonisire, la o viata de furnica nu d greier pt a cladi un viitor pt noi si mai ales pt urmasi..
as vrea sa mai simt relaxarea d altadata, si sentimentul d dolce far niente p terman nelimitat fara remuscarile ulterioare..as vrea sa nu-mi pese unde ajung atata timp cat ma distrez..as vrea sa nu cresc..dar se intampla..si e interesant si asa..trebuie doar trecut peste lene..dulcea si scumpa lene..fericire si blestem caci doar din cauza ei mi-e mie atat d greu acum sa suport ziua d luni..

bubbles of absurdity and dead neurons

i would like to be
to create a new
dimension of space
and when you will do
i will tell you
that our love is true
and make no mistake
there's no time to waste
because i shall see
all that kills a tree
it is false and grey
that you may dismay
that which i have been
in the times wherein
flowers were the killers
of the people dealers
and this might just be
the outmost absurdity
i have ever thought
drinking wine a lot

God

what money gives you the opportunity to do
is forget about money
and also buy some stuff
but it is said when you forget about money 'cos you have
so much..
the amnesia spreads
and you forget everything else
and the colors disappear

disco in disguise versus heavy metal thunder

see the world in your own colours
that's what you can do and make variations forever

I could have been somebody
be what I wanna be
in my own reality
if I would've
escaped the world

I'd like to see your eyes at night
your vices cover them with
a magical glare

someone said ass sack

babies come from the balls of the sun..why did you slap her tits outta her face sun?
nuts get sun dried like tomatoes..you put on pizza..invisible nuts on your pizza..some imagenery friend nuts..monkey knows
if you wanna gizz on some bitch's face..
..gotta bust a nut