BULLSHIT NUMBER 1

 20 de moduri de a te sinucide:

1.injecteaza-ti coloranti alimentari in sange;
2.inhaleaza gazul de la aragaz,pentru mai mult de 15 minute;
3.baga-te intr-un hambar cu grane/cereale si aprinde un chibrit;
4.taie-te la deget cu un os de peste;
5. baga-ti o inglita pe nas,pana ajungi la creier;
6.leaga-ti un bolovan de picior si arunca-te intr-un lac/piscina/rau (nu trebuie sa fie apa foarte adanca);
7.injecteaza-ti aldehida formica (CH2O) in sange;
8.bea acetona;
9.crucifica-te!
10.nu bea apa timp de 3 zile;
11.mananca carne de magar,lasata la soare timp de o saptamana;
12.mananca lipici;
13.spanzura-te cu dusul;
14.nu dormi 11 nopti;
15.urca-te pe un versant,la mai mult de 1000 m altitudine,fara tub de oxigen;
16.incearca sa te sufoci cu hamburgeri;
17.trage bicarbonat pe nas;
18.pune-te in fata unui taur furios;
19.daca esti femeie,astepta sa-ti vina ciclu si apoi mergi sa inoti intr-o zona cu rechini/aligatori.
20.plateste pe cineva sa te omoare,cand te astepti mai putin.

clar ca si viziune

DEEEECI!!!
cam multa labareala pe blogul asta,in ultimul timp (din pacate)...
si asta pentru ca prea multa subiectivitate stupida a navalit (brusc) in lumea mea :D.
 nu pentru ca as fi vrut neaparat,nu sunt adepta sentimentalismelor insipide si,cu toate astea,intelese mega gresit.
nu e vorba de a simti sau nu un anume ceva...e vorba de cum transmitem asta...
pff,e complicat si pentru mine,care nu am niciun track cand vine vorba de a se exprima...e vorba de idee in sine. ideea imi displace.
oricum,ce ati citit de prin octombrie pana acum a fost o mare porcarie,pe care nu ar trebui s-o luati (in vreun fel) in seama,pentru ca nu mai exista. a fost doar o perioada. una destul de colorata,din toate punctele de vedere. nu mi-a placut. deloc deloc deloooc .
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nici nu cred ca a fost,oricum,inteleasa cum trebuie. nu era vorba de sentiment in sine ci de felul in care l-am perceput eu. deci,hai sa dam un mare DELETE!!! :D

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pace voua!

RAUL cu Ă

Let yourself breath,human!...

dsn II

 i hate when people make me feel bad. i also hate the idea of making other people feel bad.
i'd like to hide myself somewhere,in this odd world,somewhere in this crazy world,a world that has the strange capacity to be as beautiful,but as ugly as it can get.
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i've never thought i could possibly get into this stuff,or somehow,minutely explain myself  the reasons why i act this way,or any other way that i've ever chosen to,somehow,lift myself to the top of something that is not even important.
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everything is just so shallow. me,you,they,we...whatever.i'm prone to kill people right now.i just lagged behind everything that,once,used to be aloof from me.and now,i'm so hardly trying to fix all these things that,apparently,cannot be fixed (anymore)
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it's hard to realise and,i defintely think it is harder to accept. especially when you have a sick and unusual mind,as i have. it's hard to seek,find and seek again,because,as always,the resul doesn't satisfy you.of course,it never has.

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MADNESS! WHERE THE WORLD STARTS!
MADNESS! WHERE THE WORLD ENDS!
MADNESS! EVERYWHERE!
FANTA MADNESS!!!

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I think memories are bad. Why? Because they are the ones that make us feel the pain. The real,sad and cruel pain.
I think remembering is bad. It's the only way that makes us feel powerless or afraid. (I really think there is no space for an it was in the actual it is).
I think people are bad. They are the only ones who can change the world.Or maybe just our own world.
Mate
Feed
Kill
Repeat!

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NU STIU ,NU STIU,NU STIU...LA CE GANDEAM CAND SE INTAMPLAU TOATE ASTEA...

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era un tip,lasa fluturi morti in panze
nu stia ce vroiau de la el
vorbea de linii,dar de fapt el tragea din punga...
cum s'a dus,uite altul la fel
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tic tac tic tac mor incet
uite'o cum zambeste vested
totul dispare

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"Vezi că se confirmă bârfa despre mine:
Te-am lasat deodată crud şi nefiresc
Totuşi ţine minte, ţine bine minte
Te salvez de mine fiindcă te iubesc."

(Oraţie de nuntă- Adrian Păunescu)

Old conversations

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why 

I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all
And even if I could

 It'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad...