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there's no tomorrow.. there's no today.. there are only yesterdays.. so i remember you.. jokerlikeserioussowhy.. your hope is my steam engine.. hey would you.. would you.. it's too soon to spell the rest.. i miss you already.. small kiss.. french idea.. sleep well nostalgic art..

i drop my soul, my mind, my heart in a box..  along with the void..  you found it. is this/that cat dead or alive, my love.. ? it is no magic.. no magic bullet for addiction.. there is no magic in root..

ramai dintr-un film cu o scena, cu o replica, cu un element de decor, cu o piesa de costum.. electric blu in cazul asta, asa-i? este o fila de carte in lumina directa a reflectorului de scena.. este realitate topita cu celuloid.. poate un vis ori un cosmar. she owns my body and soul.. tell me everything, the monster is up and marv is out of jokes. entropy makes the real go dark, shady (real).. in this town's stories the entropy was/is red.. and we walk this/that holographic universe with one mistake, we vote.. for forever.. we choose in this game of dark fences and light patterns of diamond stripes, the lie, the one and only definition of power.. what it is to be done in this/that sin city.. save the child virgin kill the old cunt become the dark (someone interested for a third act/part/encounter?) the past and the future is quantum entangled in sin city. it is the reality of the mind.. seductive.. powerful.. expensive.. deep.. low.. cruel.. and green (green eyes, lo...

te asteptam ca de fiecare data  pierdut in ganduri.. alei ca de var.. nu te gaseam, in secunda rupta minutelor nu te gaseam.. poate ca visele, in ere/eon masoara clipele ce le-am urcat pe furis, de furat, pe urme sub pasi... si pasi si poate ca sunt intuneric si esti lumina si nu avem decat crepuscul, roua si alint.. sau poate ca inimile.. toate, sunt rupte..  automaton.. clockwork, steam on soulless salt it feels like the creation of a hole in my heart..  some kind of singularity from which not even light can escape.. si poate ca nu esti.. si poate ca nu sunt.. si cuvintele nu au avut si n'or avea abecedar.. te asteptam ca de fiecare data..

i just have two or three thoughts as in.. -- how strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude ~ed -- gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love ~ae -- you can plant a dream ~ac and i miss you as well and i don't know what to wish for

is not about gifts is all about.. g i f t s i thought my dreams were reasonable but they are anything but that.. i suppose i sleepwalking or lost some in translation of the ideas and paths.. the things i can think being true is seems to be rather wrong all along the way and changeing lanes is near to imposible task without you and your heartbeat to beat in my chest.. wakeing up without you make me lose the beauty of a morning dew and the mist around your forehead.. and the kiss.. the big french kiss i wonder if stoleing the christmas is still a valid idea.. i think it is not, to much red or green make the whole world.. well.. spin and be thankfull for some-thing/time/where near the chimney.. so i suppose my whole idea of this kind of season strings is not red or green, is not crowdy or tight and definetely it is not in so many words.. it is in your arms.. with a flute made of lips and fingers.. under the siege of a closeing space and for all the remaining time.. is not about ...

cred ca noaptea nu este pentru timp este o panza alba intr-o cromatica stramba si mai cred ca sarutul nu este al noptii si nici al intinderilor cu stele.. sau poate ca nici al diminetii, insa asta ar fi esential gresit in orice univers.. si macar unul dintre imposibile lumi trebuie sa trezeasca dimineti.. macar pentru o dimineata.. intreaga. nu cred nici in eternitatea clipei si nici in clipa eternitatii.. sunt o panza pe o respiratie a unui anotimp rar si ma rog uneori cand tu esti departe sa aud pasii tai si sa simt cand aud. nu stiu.. sa aduc aripilor intamplarea cantecului cu nectar de flori in trei masuri de vin vechi si de marginile lumii nu stiu.. imbratisarea este singura muza, singurul loc, singurul timp ce cauta o amintire maine.. inutilitatea umbrei, da, este singura poveste pe care o pot spune tie.. o pot pune in ingredientele, cateva, ale visului unei intamplari.. tu sa adun toate cuvintele... as putea.. bratele.. sarutul.. ai putea.. fara umbra..