Regăsită-i, iată!
Ce? – Eternitatea.
E marea plecată
Cu soarele-odată
Arthur Rimbaud
În 1986
Eram cu bunica şi ne dădeam în bărci.
Ea era Titanic, eu, Nautilus.
Mâncam împreună clătite
Călare pe urs în parcul Titan cu vată pe băţ.
Mai târziu
La început de mileniu
Lumea s-a schimbat
Iar noi ne-am scufundat împreună.
Era singura noastră abilitate
În afară de frica de moarte şi mâncatul clătitelor.
Ea, ca torporul, în 2004.
Eu, în 2010, precum căpitanul Nemo.
Eram prăpăstioşi şi ascunşi
ca florile sălbatice, din colierul de coral.
Pe oameni nu dădeam 2 bani.
Până când a venit poliţia karmei.
Ea, definitiv
pe fundul mării, în cea mai crudă dintre luni.
Eu, mai cu viteză, rampant la poalele muntelui Karma; Călare pe urs.
Squailing to Byzantium 
🙂 taxidermie pour le galaxie
mie, emoticonul mi se pare ceva mai sinistru decât mesajul pentru Ursa Mare, o astfel de transverberare nu poate să anunţe decât ceva liniştitor 🙂
îmi rămăsese în minte scena anterioară din antipa pe care am conjugat-o cu ursul (aş zâmbi din nou, dar să nu fie prea linişte)
This happens when you use the intellect on causes, clarifications and explanations. I’ll take Cuddy, you take House. Will see at the end who’s gonna Beckett laugh grounded for life and married with children.
everybody lies : x
you are afraid, House 🙂
for some reason my leg’s been hurting a lot 😀
You hallucinate House, you may need a good Vicodin.
oh yeah I’ve just seen Pişti
Believe you or not, not everything you read on this blog is unreal. As for real persons and events, I’ve never made a lie in my whole life, but little artifice here and there – which also may be real and true, would make the story more spacey and interesting. A good storyteller like you and a good and perceptive intelectual reader will both together know what is real and what is not real. I need to blur the line between what is real and what is fake. And, believe me or not, it took me almost 6 hours to write that bullshit. But, hey, that’s me. I’ve almost felt 6 hours compressed in almost 20 minutes. Maybe here I need Vicodin. For certainly more cocaine will do. What you read now is a hallucination.
🙂 believe me or not IT IS
(whose hallucination the teller’s the reader’s both together’s?)
geez, you’re so fast that I almost scared in my pants. plus, you’re wiser. you came with all this paradoxical and strange aporias and I’m going to think about myself that I’m insane.
from two smiley faces above – which i won’t reproduce iconically for fear that i distort the imagine – is called laugh what a lucky fragile limit
you mean Mickey and E.T.- and that chocolate finger?
i don’t know whose chocolate finger is but it prickles my uvula
god, you are a pervert!
geez pleases not disambuiguate this language
excuse me fo’ my spelling mistakes
Don’t worry. How is your play, anyway? You got all them pieces together already?
not yet. i’ll have them all in november. it’s an ongoing story.
Peachy. I bet it will be a good one.
I’ll have to go now. Thanks that you spared some time in this night on this blog. Your commentaries were also priceless. Please feel free to stop whenever you want it. In a way, you are the twisted author of this blog. It was your suggestion 3 years ago that started this hallucination (but you wanted to say delirium, right? but you didn’t want to upset mickey, right?) We have to go now to sleep. We’re very sleepy, Oli. And very lonely. Very very lonely. Good night.
everything in this hallucination is lovely. even sleep.
I’ve always feared the lovely things. They conduct to happiness.
i was just thinking that we are living in two different cities from where we send postcards. postcards exchange.
Ok.