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Lumina vine de la Clush si mai nou, de ceva v(i)erme, ce-i drept cu intarziere feroviara (un fel de deficit) de la Oradia De unde o veni fumul, insa, daca nu arde... - response under stress - sparrow (un fel de rozatoare la un party surprinse cu un bec) - response in normal conditions - de peste tot (de la stadion la ateneu) Intr-o tara in care se stinge lumina, se cere, se roaga, se invoca sora cu incantatia asta, ca virtute, citizenship O tara Reper, cam repe(R)zita dupa gustul meu caviar si cam repe(R)zita si pentru gustul meu de coclau si mahala (nefiind vreun suveranist declarat sau convins, cu alte cuvinte/parale numarand, chiar daca gen... doua la catrindala, doua la prefectura..., cativa neuroni peste doi si ceva bun simt peste inchinaciunea civica la doua randuri de nasturi... O tara in care ce a mai ramas sa se fure actul in sine, sa se patenteze ca un capat de tara, ca o granita, fizic, ca o postistorie, spiritual... Da aproape maniacal, voodoo-ist, visceral, teluric, ancest...

50 going on 50 more ever.more, never.more coding nomad... maybe songster by mind... by heart also Censorship as a crust Propaganda as trousers yet Liberty as a beret Devil is in the details, yet God is the ultimate detail, the simplest, the only one, liberty from the price of liberty itself... I know, they all claim it, in books, philosophy, science and arts as a stamp for life in time and space not beyond them in the universe beyond, agnostic, unique, almost sad sand castles, endless cards castles truts to wonder and not to conquer or play When I'm sad I walk When I'm furious I walk What I walk.about? The easiness and uneasiness of every step What I walk.around? The foundation of shorthand readiness of the world and it's unfair trade What I walk.into? You, your way of knowing me in the galaxy find the device don't upgrade ... defiant to the end... of time

The river we are the river we cross the river we claim The river we cast the backbone of a dinosaur whose name is hard to spell out hard to make up hard to part ...in a river of time... lines The river we asked for stories The river of might unfolding the books pages of old over some known Himalayan camp base for hope in letters and higher words  filling the new boots for offside worlds under the narrow, winding paths of some unknown Egyptian sphinx sands  carrying the/a context... black to black forest to sea  the river from which we hang like leaves on a branch in a tree of life The river we cast the river we claim the river we cross The river we are Danube

God as a roundabout... Devil as a ferris wheel... round and round... eons and eras, with days and nights... the same path by chance, by game, by shame, by fame(name)... by ideas, by words... by the two face of the coin... by theory and practice Mind over Heart or not Soul over Body or not  What is truth without lie... another lie or just truth...  God forgives as the Devil does not forget, like space and time cold war for eternity makes the universe absent, empty, conscious, simulated... 50 cal. ideas of old... some letters from Iwo Jima In a fast furious far drifting world every bit of nos is dangerous, yet tool... and maybe not in the International chocolate cake day... right !? p.s. or what cake, specific as f..., is today as a matter of fact

  yin and yang game... and speeding...