I wish you

I can't hear you telling me, that you love how brilliant I am. Because you don't see me.

Oh.. and that brilliant woman you've been waiting for - I hope she never finds you.

Unreliable Technology

You were the one to dial my number first. I picked up - I was at the party. You were whispering for help, alone in some cheap hotel room. I think you were dying.

...you know those signal bars that indicate connection? well.. they were disappearing, as I run towards you door. It was closed. And then my battery died.

It makes me wonder now; did you cry or did you just listened to my steps in silence, as I was leaving?

Don't try to call me again. I sold my cell-phone for parts.
Can you hear me now, asshole?
=)

'08

С новым годом меня :)

pacewildenstein

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Voltaire

There are truths which are not for all men, nor for all times.
-Voltaire

I always made one prayer to God, which is extremely short. Here it is: "O my God, make our enemies quite ridiculous!" God granted it.
-Voltaire


=)

Daywatch

Leave Nothing

.

God - please don't let me fall again.

boys

Sometimes I think guys think sometimes.

PS: need to get a vocabulary

Self Analysis

I am:
Not the best daughter;

Niether very talented;

So-so employee;

Horrible companion;

Annoying sister;

Demanding Friend.


...and so I wonder - where does all the genius goes?


damn!

Evolution

Robot

!

I need to feel alive!

Reminders - Don't Care

1. 
   When you try say that you don't care:
   1. Make sure the frequency of the sound wave coming out of your mouth does not exceed the hearing limits of an average person;
   2. Ensure that you are not smearing snot mixed with tears all over your face;
   3. Try not to prompt the usage of informal vocabulary;
   4. Attain control over your hands and legs to prevent the damage of any reachable objects;
   5. Smile; and
   6. Walk away.
   (If you manage to follow all of the above, as a bonus you may turn around and spit towards the indiffernt object).
   
   Of course you can always just go classic.
   
   

Kotenok

THE ONLY POEM

///BE STRONG, OTHERWISE, WHY BE?\\\
This is the only poem
I can read
I am the only one
can write it
I didn't kill myself
when things went wrong
I didn't turn
to drugs or teaching
I tried to sleep
but when I couldn't sleep
I learned to write
I learned to write
what might be read
one nights like this
by one like me

L. Cohen

Георгий Иванов

Ликование вечной, блаженнойи весны.
Упоительные соловьиные трели
И магический блеск средиземной луны
Головокружительно мне надоели.

Даже больше того. И совсем я не здесь,
Не на юге, а в северной царской столице.
Там остался я жить. Настоящий. Я - весь.
Эмигрантская быль мне всего только снится -
И Берлин, и Париж, и постылая Ницца.

…Зимний день. Петербург. С Гумилёвым вдвоём,
Вдоль замёрзшей Невы, как по берегу Леты,
Мы спокойно, классически просто идём,
Как попарно когда-то ходили поэты.

=)

Time

Diamonds.

She recommended him poetry, and he was bying her diamond earrings because, apparently, the sex was good.
I can feel the romance in the air.

Sometimes i think people haven't become more materialistic. just scared.

I think that if you have nothing to offer but money; If you don't have the world to offer her; If the deepest thing you ever felt was herself; If you are scared that when she'll know real you - she'll leave of boredom; If deep down you wish this woman was by your side till you die; If you can only figure how to spend time together at the expense of being in a fancy place, where somebody else has to do the talking for you to keep her brains occupied====>
Then, I suggest, you follow the steps of Mr. Marilyn Manson, and break your ribs - to stay home at night, munching on doughnuts, and smacking on an effortless blowjob.

=) sweet dreams are made of these...

Living on the edge.

I know I'll never change, but I also know that I don't fit in. I am tired of balancing between these worlds, with fear to fall on either side.
What to do?

I hate

I hate the fatal end - it’s so clear,
Life never makes me tired, faint or blue,
And I do hate each season of the year
When I don’t sing my merry songs to you.

I hate the guy who’s cynical and cold;
I’m rather cautious seeing too much glee;
I hate to see the lad so rude and bold,
Who reads my letters peeping over me.

I’m full of bile when things are half-completed,
To cut the talk abruptly - it’s a shame!
To shoot in someone’s back is mean and bitter,
To shoot the man point blank is just the same!

Conceit and vanity, I think, are both rotten -
I’d rather have a car with no brakes...
It’s a disgrace that honor is forgotten
But in the race of life the squealers win the stakes

For gossip, tittle-tattle I don’t care,
I hate both wavering and grandeur-gaining fuss,
I hate it when I’m stroked against the hair,
I hate to see how iron crushes glass.

The broken wings in me wake no compassion,
Though I am not too callous or too hard;
And though I hate depression and aggression,
The martyrdom of Christ still breaks my heart.

I hate myself when I get feet so cold
That I can watch how innocents are hit...
I hate it when they break into my soul,
And hate it when into my soul they spit.

I hate it when true art is turned to vending,
When tawdry jesters’ fortunes dissipate...
And even if great changes are impending,
I’ll never fall in love with what I hate!
Vladimir Vysotsky.

Lyrics

APD

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_phobia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antisocial_personality_disorder

Mythomania

Pseudologia fantastica - is one of several terms applied by psychiatrists to the behaviour of habitual or compulsive lying.

(1) the stories are not entirely improbable and often have some element of truth;

(2) the stories are long lasting;

(3) the stories are told for internal psychological reasons rather than external gain; and

(4) they are not delusional.

Pathological liars often actually convince themselves that they are telling the truth, which in turn can alter polygraph tests and other questioning.

Some have observed that when caught in a lie, pathological liars tend to become hostile or try to disregard the fact they lied; often playing it off as a joke.

Is everyone just freaking sick?
?

Theory

I have a new theory that I am the only normal person. And everybody else around me is just f#*ing insane. ..or vice versa.






oh cr@p.

Dream on

If only those who wish you "sweet dreams" knew that the cost is the sanity.
Aerosmith - Dream On [Live] !

ESP

It's all about how I look at it. ESP is not a condition, it's a gift. It's a gift.
Well ....you, little purple people with pink elbows for this gift. Just ....YOU.
I must convince myself as I watch the dead people walk by.

One...

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
See we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love is a higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't keep holding on
To what you got
When all you've got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters and my
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...

Vertigo

Here's a cross section of one of the old trees that's been cut down. Somewhere in here I was born... ...and there I died. It was only a moment for you. You took no notice.
Madeleine.
Vertigo, Alfred Hitchcock.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ou0VpBU3y7k

TOYNBEE IDEA IN KUbricK's 2001 RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPiTER."

http://www.resurrectdead.com/catalog_of_resources.htm

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I wanna make you move

Spanish

mierda-shit

Fuck 'm all.

At a U2 concert in Ireland, Bono (the lead singer) asks the audience for some quiet. Then he starts to slowly clap his hands. Holding the audience in total silence, he says into the microphone…'I want you to think about something. Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies.'

A voice from the front of the audience yells out…'Then stop clapping, ya fooking asshole!'

He is

Jim Morrison

singer, songwriter, writer, film director, and poet




Morrison has influenced many, including Iggy Pop, Scott Weiland, Ian Astbury, Trent Reznor, Eddie Vedder, Bruce Springsteen, Patti Smith, and Marilyn Manson among others.
Jim Morrison died at the age of 27 in Paris. Today he would have been 64.

"I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have my kicks, before the whole shithouse goes up in flames!"
-Jim Morrison


My favorite: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCWpC1OT81g
Wow, I´m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I´m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. Tower
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood meal
for the plant that´s plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death in a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you´ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
Where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it´s other jaw reveals incest
And loose obidience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family

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Lord of Trance

THE MORE THINGS CHANGE THE MORE THE STAY THE SAME.

Snap!

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Angel-a

Holla

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAgRgy1I8hg

It only hurts when it lasts

This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed

I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud

It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life

This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks

[Chorus:]
It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life

Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down

[Chorus:]
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive

[Chorus:]
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life!