mindbleeding

WELCOME
...to my chaos of thoughts!

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
No one else can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

miercuri, 26 noiembrie 2008

Povesti intr-o lume ce condamna povestile

Cineva s-a amuzat de teama unei copile de inele. Gestul in sine, promisiunea, angajamentul i se pareau ei ireale, artefacte ale unei lumi moarte. Nu vroia minciuni, de aceea ii era frica. Cineva, pentru a-i schimba simbolistica, i-a promis ca ii va da unul cand nu va mai exista nimic intre ei. Astfel inelul nu va mai marca un inceput ci un sfarsit, unul dublu.

Cineva insa parea sa schimbe mai mult decat crede. Fata care fuge de realitate, fata care acceptase adevarul unei lumi incapabile de frumos, fata care nu crede in povesti de dragoste, fata pentru care exista sex&friendship, incepe sa aibe indoieli. Cineva a incalcat regula. Cineva a fost altfel decat se astepta ea. Si totusi, cum sa-l creada? Cum sa renunte la regulile ei? Daca Cineva e chiar El ii va citi gesturile si nu vorbele, va fi nebun si va crede in fata care nu iubeste. De asta avea nevoie, nu vise ci dementa pura, inconstienta, haos, cadere libera si consimtita intr-un hau necunoscut.

Cineva insa a fost prea mandru, orbit de realitatea lui in care ea nu si-a gasit un loc. Daca ea nu ar fi fost la fel de mandra, daca ar fi fost simpla ca ele, daca l-ar fi vrut si ar fi indraznit sa spuna asta, daca ea nu l-ar fi impins in alte brate, daca ea ar fi spus "DA!".. oare unde ar fi fost acum? Ar fi avut o poveste? S-ar fi casatorit si ar fi avut copii frumosi.."ca ea"?

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Cineva insa suge vise din mai multe parti. Cineva crede ca iubeste, dar in alte feluri. Cineva a si-a uitat pierderile in sunete si atingeri care il sarutau doar pe el altfel.

Fata a uitat cuvintele Cuiva. Fata isi picteaza cuvintele nerostite. Fata nu iubeste! Nu a invatat-o nimeni cum se face asta.

Motto: Where's your will to be weird?

¶ Bleeded at: 11/26/2008 05:22:00 p.m. 0 comments

marți, 25 noiembrie 2008

"...MAI AVEM DE MANCAT"

Where's your will to be weird?

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something.

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

Where's your will to be weird?

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

They claim everyone was born, but I don't recall it. Maybe I was having one of my blackouts.

You are too young to be old...

I am the lizard king. I can do anything.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: curiosity.

Ladies and Gentlemen, money beats soul every time, C'mon!

The time to hesitate is through.

Let's plan a murder or start a religion!

Anything you want, let's do it!

¶ Bleeded at: 11/25/2008 04:57:00 p.m. 0 comments

sâmbătă, 22 noiembrie 2008

Nu plange ca iti curge rimelul!

Decizii, aparente, drumuri alambicate, zambete false, emotii. Despre ce scriu? Cam 4 luni de taceri. Nu povestesc aici, nu o sa zic.. OMFG cat de multe am facut, cat de multe am vazut, cat de bine m-am simtit. Acum nu am chef! Acum sunt down si asta e, imi bloguiesc moodul idiot. E ciudat.. cum azi ai impresia ca stii tot, ca e ordine in tine si in jurul tau, armonie universala si a doua zi ZDRANG se foutu tot.

Mda..asta este, se mai intampla. Prea mult bine parca mi-ar sta in gat… Dezorientare, pierdere de sine, nebunie, revin toate si se pierd intr-un ritual sexual frenetic ce zamisleste moodul idiot. Totusi economia inca rezista, ursuletii panda se mai reproduc si Straina inspira, expira, inspira, expira…..

Ce imi place la chestiile astea: cand se strica o rotita se declanseaza un mecanism natural-distructiv ce se propaga pana in strafundurile masinariei pentru a se rasfrange deformant in toata structura ei.

Ce naiba sa mai zici? Ca nu e corect? Sa ii deschizi ochii? Wake the fuck up!! No... just hush and "listen!....is the sound of nobody carring!” Daca esti un copil idiot, cu vise stupide, poate incerci sa lupti sa te zbati ca o musca in kkt, dar pana la urma tot degeaba, te adancesti mai adanc si realizezi ca tot mai bine e sa stai potolit. U’re taking „the longest road to nowhere”, spasit si resemnat.

¶ Bleeded at: 11/22/2008 10:00:00 a.m. 0 comments

Cum ajung unii aici. part2

1 google: i don't care
eu nici atat..

2 google: futai grotesc
n-avem, pleaca!

3 google: futai in grup
fabuleaza...

4 google: mindbleeding
......

5 google: ma urasc
esti iemo, trateaza-te!

6 google: de ce ma urasti
ti-am zis sa te tratezi...

7 google: versuri n-am curaj s-aleg otrava si mi
fa-ti curaj! hai ca poti..eu te sustin!

8 google: te urasc ptr tot ce mi-ai facut
eu ti-am mai zis dar tu.. batman, batman!

9 google: ureche audin
nu inteleg ce vrei tu..

10 google: feel the rain on your skin
nice song!

11 google: fati un sits free
inviatza s-a scriii romaneste

12 google: ionut chiva
stiu cine esti!

13 google: cei mai urati si pociti caini din lu
..niste mitocaani! :))

14 yahoo: futai inoportun
aoleo! dai in viol deja

15 google: povestiri porno futai
laba trista

16 google: don't care
ma obosesti....

17 google: sodomizata
no comment

18 google: el nu doarme niciodata
somnifere gasesti la farmacie

19 google: toti copiii au chiloti cu superman.sup
da? ce taaaare.. :|

20 google: penetreaza-ma
nu!

21 google: showuri porno
chiar credeai ca ai sa gasesti asa ceva?

22 google: infecti
foarte!

23 yahoo: futai in grup
iar laba.

24 google: chiloti cu superman
chiar am scris despre asta???

25 yahoo: porno poponari
nesatulule!

26 google: frecat
nu ti-o freaca google in veci, baga lucru manual

27 google: www .frumoasa si bestia jocuri pentru%
...copii?

28 google: chuck norris poate imparti la zero
tru, tru, tru!

29 google: asta e
da mah!

30 google: don't
man.. u have an obsession!

31 google: povestea futaiului in grup
ooh da, de ion creanga!

32 google: unghii galbene si groase ce putem face
YAK!

33 yahoo: caut curve pe net
iti dorim mult succes!

34 yahoo: homosexuali barbati la futai
umm..bine!

35 google: cum poate sa renunte la mine asa usor?
daca te intrebi asta pe google...e clar!

36 yahoo: porno groaznic
groaznic de.... ce?

37 yahoo: futai in gura
sunteti prea multi

38 google: toata lumea ma uraste
inteleg de ce..

39 google: prietenu meu e acaparat de messenger
nu draga mea, nu de messenger, de lumea de pe messenger, mai exact de fetele de acolo. Si tu stai ca fraiera si cauti pe google solutii...geez!

¶ Bleeded at: 11/22/2008 07:13:00 a.m. 3 comments

Cum ajung unii aici. part1

1 google: "sa stea in lanul de secara si sa prinda copii"
nice search

2 google: don't
ok.. i won't

3 google: lips cut off
naspa,zau

4 google: don't care
me neither!

5 google: atrocitate of the word
umm.. whaa?

6 google: poponari romanie
multi domne'

7 google: departe
prea!

8 google: ce inseamna blow me
inseamna sa sugi p*#a cu talent

9 google: robert burns poezii
sunt o intelectuala si nu stiam...

10 google: vreau futai in grup
e bine sa ai vointa

11 google: msopium blogspot
n-ai nimerit bine.. mai cauta

12 google: esti departe
grozav!

13 google: mindbleeding
tu ai nimerit.

¶ Bleeded at: 11/22/2008 05:52:00 a.m. 0 comments

miercuri, 19 noiembrie 2008

UMM.. I DON'T CARE