it was a long and confusing day

vision of division

all work and no play makes you a pot head
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sveta troica, leko kichozna

много е учудващо, но понякога обичам живота. струва ми се направо абсурдно. знам че ще ми мине съвсем скоро. но междувременно those are my (pi)jam(a)s:

Finally, on his way home as an old man, he is shipwrecked. Among those on board, he meets the Strange Passenger, who wants to make use of Peer's corpse to find out where dreams have their origin. This passenger scares Peer out of his wits. Peer lands on shore bereft of all of his possessions, a pitiful and grumpy old man.

one is the loneliest number, much, much worse than two

One is the number divided by two 

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know

Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know

ne znam kakwo ozna`awa towa, no mai mi doide apetita
ama me e strah che vsichko shte se razpadne skoro, niakak si rqzko ]e stane zle, shte trygne nadolu. ne znam


C'mon baby, take a chance with us 
C'mon baby, take a chance with us 
C'mon baby, take a chance with us 
And meet me at the back of the blue bus 
Doin' a blue rock 
On a blue bus 
Doin' a blue rock 
C'mon, yeah 

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill 

Come on baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Of the blue bus, on the blue bus, on the blue bus
Come on yeah
Fuck, fuck
Fuck fuck, fuck, fuck
Come on baby, fuck me baby yeah
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Come on baby, fuck me baby
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Come on
Fuck fuck
Alright
Fuck fuck
Kill, kill, kill, kill


i posle poslednata chast, v koqto kazva nai-prochustvenoto, tragichno i sybrano Chao na sveta

a moga prosto da postypvam razumno ot sega natatyk

въртиопашка върти опашка

how about some badass motivation?
new and emerging artists are supposed to be young, we are too old. 

fak fun
im an idiot ne razbiram zashto vseki pyt mi stava vse po-gadno i se iznenadvam vse edno ne znam egati

NEVER BEFORE SEEN OT 28 noemvri dve i sedemnaiset 282911

tea coffee pasta salads multisport angry angry angry I hate you I hate you I hate you confused what cigarettes liars&dirty dirty cheats of the world  gurus teachers father yod hippies gods psychedelic rock band stars the end female fighters rosa  jack kilmer two waffles aching stomach tea hot water cold shoulder waiting I want a boyfriend whats next
update 4:51 AM : there is no one around anymore, completely alone no fun
when you get what you want, you fucking asshole you, you no longer want it. hope this will happen again but this time I wont give a fuck. fuck you

awoke before down put my boots on
no face from the gallery just a cup of coffee
we are in the real world still for now
soon I ll  meet you at the back of the bus
no idea whats gonna happen
next

drink&destroy

child of rage
dumb kid
anger is not a good advisor
-- don't do any more stupid shit like that -- that's a good advise from the morning after
sleep as much as you can or the opposite
no balance
because you are no longer young and you have no more time to waste. now.

6iban lyjec

tva e

Please, please get me
Like I told you to your face babe
I still walk home alone at night

I think I'm in the world
I'm itchy, itchy, itchy
I think thats my girl
But I can't take her with me
I need to know
Pretending that I'm crying
Come on
I wanna start lying to you

youve got plans tomorrow night?
I dont think so

oh what was I supposed to do today? oh yeah, HAVE A BLAST!

drunk fools

живея си като кралица тука. в шугърленд, не прилича на нищо друго, такова няма същото никъде.

juxtapositioning in real life

ehei,
iskash li da si vzemem pica? znam che ne qdesh meso, ama moje na dve polovini da si q razdelim i tvoqta da si e s kakvoto poiskash!
moje da se razhodim malko 1vo. studeno e, da. imam edno shishence domashno vino, mnogo e hubavo, shte vidish !.
 ne e istina
thegoodtimesarekillingme  i koz ne mojah da si zema. zaebi.
vzeh si koz
thegoodtimesarekillingme не мога да си намеря пръстените. май ги забравих на бюрото или пък паднаха в оная кофа, като си хвърлих кенчето и шишето от вода. изхлузват сеот тнките ми пръстчета. ама няма значчение, нали.
аа бб сс рд кг
лиам езра

kosata mi e kafqva i leko zelenee.

Now here is a calculating machine — Of course it can process qualitative data — Color for example — I feed into the machine a blue photo passes to the Blue Section and a hundred or a thousand blue photos rustle out while the machine plays blues in a blue smell of ozone blue words of all the poets flow out on ticker tape — Or feed in a thousand novels and scan out the last pages — That is quality is it not? Endingness?”

19993

manifesto

if you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first

got to hell god

                                                              dean blunt radio interview &

                                                                           week and end

610

cigari, voda, kafe, kozz, banani, mandarini, no love, no love, no love,
nocturia
ot 1 do 4 ot 1 do 6 ot 1 do 5 ot 1 do 4 ot 1 do 5
no hugs, no kisses, no hits, no misses
ama tova ne e oplakvane
prosto otchet
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make a deposit

I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just dumb mothafucka
I'm a goddamn artist

15 year old Frances

No one ever came to me and said, "You're a fool. There isn't such a thing as God. Somebody's been stuffing you." It wasn't a murder. I think God just died of old age. And when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right.

Maybe it was because I was never properly impressed with a religion. I went to Sunday school and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them. The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true.

Religion was too vague. God was different. He was something real, something I could feel. But there were only certain times when I could feel it. I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God. "I am clean, now. I've never been as clean. I'll never be cleaner." And somehow, it was God. I wasn't sure that it was … just something cool and dark and clean.

That wasn't religion, though. There was too much of the physical about it. I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof-tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last. I began to wonder what the minister meant when he said, "God, the father, sees even the smallest sparrow fall. He watches over all his children." That jumbled it all up for me. But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn't God. So at night, when I went to bed, I would think, "I am clean. I am sleepy." And then I went to sleep. It didn't keep me from enjoying the cleanness any less. I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.

Sometimes I found he was useful to remember; especially when I lost things that were important. After slamming through the house, panicky and breathless from searching, I could stop in the middle of a room and shut my eyes. "Please God, let me find my red hat with the blue trimmings." It usually worked. God became a super-father that couldn't spank me. But if I wanted a thing badly enough, he arranged it.

That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat and let other people lose their fathers and mothers for always? I began to see that he didn't have much to do about hats, people dying or anything. They happened whether he wanted them to or not, and he stayed in heaven and pretended not to notice. I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was…nothingness.

I felt rather proud to think that I had found the truth myself, without help from any one. It puzzled me that other people hadn't found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached past him. Why couldn’t they see it? It still puzzles me

post shit

kosata mie
cherna i rusa
rabotq dylgi chasove
v ofis

black body

                                                                         

                                                                     but its not black

acts of faith

oshte li si tuk zai4e?
koga shte se vidim? moje da vecherqme zaedno, az shte sgotvq! a moje i NA RESTORANT. ops. shte go izmislim. ti samo kaji.
o, ma teb te nqma ot 45 minuti. mai sym si govoril sam

just shoot me

tova sa nqkakvi momicheta, koito obichat sebe si. i obichat jivota i nqmat tyrpenie da go jiveqt. i vsichki drugi hora gi obichat. i im e lesno

5 PM

tova, koeto priemame kato osnovanie za jivot, e v syshtoto vreme velikolepno osnovanie za smyrt

Benny?

shte otida na gosti na nqkogo zavinagi. ne iskam da se vryshtam veche. teen parties? sounds like it's all downhill from here. dnes izpih 1.5 litra voda. vchera syshto. vchera syshto. vchera syshto. kraino vreme beshe da probvam i drugi technosti osven alkoholni. tqloto mi me izostavq, pisna mu ot glupostite mi. cqloto go boli. dava mi znaci, ama az ne shta da znam.

My love wanted to kill me cause I didn't want to give him a taste of real life. He was so disappointed. But I knew it was the right decision. He was like a spoiled child and that is why I rejected him. Not a child even, he didn't seem human at all. Looking at his beautiful face and caressing him. Looking at his beautiful face, caressing him, I was overwhelmed with the most noble, amazing  feelings. I still said no. He disappeared. But I could feel him, preying on me. I felt paralyzed. I knew it was unavoidable so I just laid there. I've seen him do it before, I've watched it in a movie.

 i totalno shte se otdalechim.,,ciao, bella! smoke&drink&cry&go to sleep. repeat. kak me izlyga samo, po dqvolite.

be wary of crazy bitches for they will do terrible shit to you.

. kool thing walking like a panther give me an answer.

I dont care about real life