vineri, 18 iulie 2008

yay


it`s very odd that I wanted to sleep this friday night ... and since I never do sleep in this part of the week I encountered a small problem : I just couldn`t .

I find myself thinking about what could have been ( ye know ... the usual party-party , hunting -hunting , scouting-scouting , sistem shut down ... and all ) and I just resume to a privat party with my very own special guests : the pixels ... anyways it`s just primordial stuff : i don`t really know all of the tools in the workspace

marți, 15 iulie 2008

533



turning from side to side, still crunching my teeth , I had a few moments of total relaxation . But they didn`t last : flash / 533 - red as on the screen of an electrc alarm clock that is supposed to tell me something .


but my thaughts are chased away by the morning coffee and I seem to forget about red .


from time to time I remember the previous night : trying to say something, but not being able to speak ...trying harder . stop. spin . volume down . lights off . and we`re gone ...


sun burns , sun sets and i`m back into the arena . it`s filled with people .


treasurechest not found at pirate`s inn ; previous feelings turn into their opposites


my mind is overwhelmed . I am overwhelmed . i`m soon drained


and I find myself on the same path : where is everybody ? ( strange coincidence : same thing as last year , and the year before , same day, same situation )


no sun , no waves : i`m just watching towards E : sand, looking glass and fog .
what happens when E becomes W ? what if ?


what time is it anyway ? 5 20 ... something is about to happen . music becomes just a terrible soundtrack and every change seems threatening . I forget about the trambling , it`s not even that cold anymore . or is it just me ? I don`t want to have all those sensations .


all my attention ( am I sill capable of that? ) is captivated by the blurry line above the sea . good Morning[glory] . all becomes pinkish . it`s 5.33 !


"i`m confused . or wait ... maybe i`m not ! " - written on a t-shirt . I stare at it and i wonder.


I look up : treasure found
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luni, 7 iulie 2008

sinestezii




Describe a feeling . Please describe what you feel . The request is in vain.



The only one capable of understanding the explanation is the one who makes the statement .



There will be attempts of making an worthless copy of an experience . But nothing will ever resemble it .


But once you outshape the shape ... you just don`t care if anybody else understands how you did it .


At least I don`t.


Many become unworthy . Many become useless . Many just disappear .


The only ones that can be distinguished are the aims : set high .


And it`s not like gambling .


I feel Lucky to See the Daylight .