these days the only thing i’m in love with seems to be my imdb watchlist. Why seems like an unimportant question to me though.. just finished another masterpiece of a movie and that’s how life moves on..

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Fiecare cu filmul lui…

Sedative…

Apoi fiecare cu filmul lui..

Vezi o creatura scoasa parca din filmele de groaza cu 3 ochii si fata  schimonosita…

Aparuta oarecum din cel mai groaznic cosmar al tau ..Ceata va invaluie, va amorteste mai departe pe amandoi.. Nu poti sa te impacientezi, esti inca sedat..

Nimic nu ti se mai pare rau; esti calm, tacut si vezi lumea pe cat de simplista e ea, fara complicatii, fara iluzii ale creierului macabru.Nimic nu te poate atinge. Nici creatura din fata ta, nici gandul ca  ai trecut printr-o asemenea situatie, nici groaza de acum cateva ore nu mai e prezenta.. Te doare tot corpul, dar parca nu te doare nimic acum.

Plutesti in propria ta constiinta cu propriile tale vise..Zbori si gasesti linistea, echilibru natural dintre yin si yang.

Nu  mai pleci cu mintea nici la Heidegger, nici la Nietzsche, nu-ti vine in minte nici macar preferatul tau, Jung.. Nu te gandesti nici la constiinta lui Tolle, nu esti nimic si in acelasi timp esti totul, pentru o secunda.

Si-apoi timpul reporneste, secundele incep iar a trece pe langa tine… Fiinta morbida de mai devreme te sperie, dar vocea calda a mamei te aduce la realitate ..

” Gata mama a trecut”

Soptesti ragusit “Gata? A trecut?… Cat e ceasul?”

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Diazepam, diazepam, diazepam.. asta  a fost tot !! o operatie pe creier, halucinatie, drog.

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nail art..

I’m beggining to see where this is going… keep hopping there is more to me than even I can see in myself.. I keep hopping of forggeting, moving on; of never looking back… Past, present, future, all rolled into one.. How come I cannot disperse into thin air like those before me .. how come?

How come I still believe in things that will never happen..

How come my dreams still linger and explore those same hidden meanings..

How come we were never friends..

How come I don’t get him and him me…

How come I still try..

How come I’m so brutal…

How come he drives me nuts all the time..

How come I still want to conserve a friend..

How come there are no strings attached..

How come we talk so normally at times..

How come we fight…

How come we flirt…

How come we seem to never end it..

How come it’s just me thinking about this stuff..

How come we laugh …

How come..

How come we love..

How ?!

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Christmas??

Santa baby,

I forgot to wish you well in my last letter so i’ m writing again this year… to wish you well. I do not wish for any presents this year but … i do wish.. for

– o usoara stresiune

– sa invat mult mult….

-sa trec la buget

and santa baby i’ve been an awful good girl..

so please hurry down the chimney tonight!!!

I’ve been an angel all year long..

Santa baby, don’t forget health, lots of love !!

Santa darling, forgot to mention one little thing: I really believe in you !! Please believe in me too !!

Love,

your chimney sweeper, D.

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Morning coffee… what a good new day!!

Music playing:

 

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filosof???

“Fiinta umana produce filosofie precum febra sau transpiratia.”

“Filosofia nu este un mers al trenurilor”

“Fiinta umana este interogativa si dubitabila”

“Mintea omeneasca functioneaza pe sisteme de probe”

“Filosofia ne invata strategii de folosire a mintii”

“Intelepciunea se impartaseste ca pe o hrana deja digerata”

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