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Coincidences

Some time ago, I've opened up to and got disappointed by a person who felt OK with opening up to and got disappointed by another person. Neither me nor that person have seen it coming.

My best friend has a microwave oven called "Candy". So do all the kitchens inside a few dormitories my faculty owns.

I went driving the other day and, when I was driving past the church entrance, The God that failed burst out of the speakers inside the car. Funny, considering my background :-).

While on my way home, I've found out that Never enough is Never enough indeed. Two different perspectives, on a shuffled playlist, with zero manual intervention, out of a few hundred songs...

That's about it on this topic for today. I don't consider they have any significance whatsoever.
"In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete, Drawn only to be washed away."

Cheers!

Emotional dyslexia

I guess that's what we tend to see so often out there, around us, today. We get pounded with "what do you like? what do you get pleasure out of?" and whatnot? so... we become emotionally blind to those in front of us. Should the way each of us transposes their feelings into actions, attitudes and vibrations (be it word, be it touch or simple gestures) be considered a form of written communication, most of those I know are practically dyslexic.

What concerns me most, however, is that a lot of the same folks I know gradually develop a more and more potent form of alexia... like... when someone breaks your trust and turns the one you were into a defiled form of your own self? And then you hear people "no, you can't feel something, anything just like that, for anyone!" - then, I wonder, how the fuck can one plummet from a decent person into a cold hearted humanoid? I mean... if that's possible - and we all know it is, since we've seen it with our own eyes, most likely - why isn't the opposite allowed to happen? Ah, no, wait... it takes time to build, right... :-) It takes mere instants to obliterate, however.

All those days we spend waiting won't come back, just as the title song claims, for time is no boomerang to turn tail and run back into our arms. Would've been nice, though. :-)

Is it perfection or vanity to be able to lie to ourselves and talk ourselves into whatever we feel like becoming? I don't know and I don't really care... or that's what I'm trying to talk myself into. I can barely spot a few glimpses of success, however.

May rant - 'crazy nice'

I guess love in its early stages tastes like May cherries. Indeed, who asked for my opinion but... why do people have blogs anyway? :-)

Neither sour as green cherries, nor sweet as those blood-red cherries one can indulge upon during June, but fresh and somewhat juicy. Just like an almost ripened cherry, flooding your senses with its sweet, then mildly sour parts.

How would it be like, past the month of May, one would wonder...

Just a little bit longer

Took part to an interesting event on Friday evening. It's been much more pleasant thanks to the company I was fortunate enough to enjoy. I've never really thought atmosphere may be mimed. However, I was proven wrong during that event. It's really flabbergasting how a couple (well, 5 couples) of fingers may direct, diverge, determine and dose the vibrations in the air so that they all contract, expand yet fit snuggly all together right inside your mind.

Think of a metal worker, casting a fragile steel filigree. No, you're not there yet. This mime has only thin air to work with and no mold for his work. Moreover, after all his work, there's nothing left of it. Nothing, if you discard the applause one gets after such a performance.

Man, I got such an unhealthy life style... 6PM at work, 7PM at the concert. 9:30PM strolling in the park, 10PM got home... walked all the way to my place. Pretty neat, considering it was the second time I think when I do that at night. Recently, I began skipping the bus and taking a walk back home from work. Same shit - as far as time span is concerned. I only hope I don't get a lot of rain going on. And I really must minimize whatever I carry along with me, otherwise my back is gonna get toast.

I keep on going back and forth between the two perspectives the song in the title of this post and this one present... "Just a little bit longer"... I ought to sleep just a little bit longer! that's what I should be pondering on... :-) But... I don't want to talk about it.


Good luck and good hunting!

To the pits of Chaos and back

Rainbow, greenschist, pink, canal lock = light bulb falls, caraway.

It's kind of fun to nearly miss your train and turn a nice getaway into a shitty weekend. But I've only brushed off that scenario, thus on Saturday I've enlisted for a military style insertion with the morning train and an extraction, 28hours later, with the afternoon train. Destination? The current land of freedom (for the mad), of space (for the shy exuberant introverted) and of dreams (for all the lunatics, drug fans and booze masters) "Ancient Customs" =)) / "Vama Veche". I don't like the place, it's like "let's go back a few steps down the evolution chain, maybe we can find the missing link somewhere, being conceived amidst the bottles, condoms, garbage, tents and cars"... Chances are the missing link is still there, dead drunk, half buried beneath the beach sand. And I bet it hasn't changed that much over the years. :-)

Mime is fun. Up to a certain amount. Like, once a year in a really extensive degree. :-x And as long as you don't get silly, simple words. Stuff like greenschist or caraway - now that's something to really sink your hands into, so to speak! :-))

The funny side: mime brought up the highlights of the trip, before they occurred. A rainbow of characters, people and clothing, faces, sounds and smiles (burps too!) all over, that's what we got when we finally arrived to the LZ. And when you thought you'd be safe, in a space where people refrain from stealing your ass off - as lots are metal or punk lovers, there you go, lots of pitzy pink! :-O!!! Even the green-stone found its place in our activity - going down the beach, scouring for shells and nifty stuff. Even though it was nothing than algae-covered rock, it was a green stone nonetheless! :-P
And to the disappointment of lots of fans, the light bulb falls effect manifested during a concert. We're still waiting for the caraway, but who knows? :-P

Sometimes, you need to go down to a basic level and then try to remember why do you still keep the "elevated" features you gave up to, in order to come back to basics. For some, Vama is the Paradise on Earth. For me it's actual Hell, land of Chaos, stripping me of hygiene, moral, safety, boundaries. It's a double edged keen blade one plays with when venturing there, for within the Land of No Rules, lady Luck is the only one keeping you off the harm's way. And we all know how treacherous and frivolous lady Luck can get on you, every now and then. :-) All in all, it's cool to see the world from a different perspective. It's not cool to pay for a pit stop, even stand in line for such a basic service, not to mention being mauled from your backside when attending a good concert, just because a mountain of cortex-free flesh and lard finds pogo cool when drunk.

For some, freedom is to walk around drunk, shouting "Got condom, looking for vagina" (why do I get that "LF Enchanter, Got mats" -Looking For; materials- sensation from reading the W.o.W. chat console?)... For me it's having my own intact space, a square foot of dirt on which I can rely in order to take a leap forward the outer region, the one where I interact with all those around me. The fun side of any leap is that any direction is "forward". You only need to remember that every race is made of individual steps, as every panoramic image is made of tiny details. Keeping it simple keeps it genuine. :-) It always does.

Next time... it will be better... :-) I'll make sure it will.

Good luck and good hunting!

"Breath out...

... so I can breath you in... Hold you in..."

The Merlot is gone, I got chills running up and down my spine. Crunching on some Nesquick cereal cocoa marbles. Tiny jawbreakers if you want to call them that way. (^_^) Gonna get some Coke...

Dreams... hmm...