08:33 M-am trezit subit. M-am frecat la ochi si am aruncat cu Dostoevsky in geam, am mancat o portocala si am lesinat inapoi in pat. Stau agatata de-un vis, cu genunchii la piept si degradeu de epoleti, sabii, pereti. “Ce viata!”, m-am gandit. Si am adormit.
Stramb in extaz
quote of the day
kudos
i hate all the words that start with k
keep on kaiser kilocalorie knots koala kind of keyless ketamine khaki kent ketchup kentucky kinetotherapists kashmir kiss of death keep off.
triangles and stars
“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics.
You are all stardust.
You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode.
So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.” Lawrence Krauss
In addition:
Please visit these two sites for more information about the winter triangle and the summer triangle.
http://souledout.org/nightsky/wintertriangle/wintertriangle.html
http://souledout.org/nightsky/summertriangle/summertriangle.html
satula de atata moarte
M-am sictirit de oameni murind, la propriu si la figurat, toti in cercuri si in triunghiuri invartindu-se in si in jurul sufletului meu. plecand de la urmatoarea premisa :The immunity argument suggests that the posthumous harm thesis is false precisely because death leaves us immune to further harm;nu ar trebui sa mai simt nimic, null, nihil, niente, nada. Sincera sa fiu nu imi dau seama cum si daca functioneaza teoria asta. Poate se reflecta la mine pe fata, dar atat. Da-i cu nicotina si alcool si uita? Nu mi se pare nici asta viabila ca un fel de tratament de lunga durata. Oamenii mor pe capete, si doare. Se zice ca daca un copil moare, ramane inghetat in timp. Ramane in timp, nimic mai mult. Dar timpul e prea mare, nu poate sa fie umplut; tot ceea ce indesi in el este intins si se dezintegreaza. Imi pare rau ca nu m-am inteles niciodata cu Cronos, ca n-am stiut sa trag timpul de coada, poate mai schimbam ceva. I grasp at each second, trying to suck it dry: nothing happens which I do not seize, which I do not fix forever in myself, nothing, neither the fugitive tenderness of those lovely eyes, nor the noises of the street, nor the false dawn of early morning: and even so the minute passes and I do not hold it back, I like to see it pass. asa ma simt cum zice Sartre. Si ce superba absenta e sufletul meu acum fara voi…nu mai am nici un complice.
i know nothing, I am neither woman nor girl; I have been living in a dream and when someone kissed me, it made me want to laugh or it made me want to die. Now I am here before you, it seems as though I have just awakened and it is morning.
- Act 6, sc. 2
Sunlight makes me paranoid
Le Vin de l`assasin, FLeurs du mal C. Baudelaire
I’m smiling…that alone should scare you.
here you have love, poverty and war; to the all appalling public shits that they have forfeited their right to bitch
“I had become too accustomed to the pseudo-Left new style, whereby if your opponent thought he had identified your lowest possible motive, he was quite certain that he had isolated the only real one. This vulgar method, which is now the norm and the standard in much non-Left journalism as well, is designed to have the effect of making any noisy moron into a master analyst. Hardest of all, as one becomes older, is to accept that sapient remarks can be drawn from the most unwelcome or seemingly improbable sources, and that the apparently more trustworthy sources can lead one astray. The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle. In ridiculing a pathetic human fallacy, which seeks explanation where none need be sought and which multiplies unnecessary assumptions, one should not mimic primitive ontology in order to challenge it. Better to dispose of the needless assumption altogether. This holds true for everything from Noah’s flood to the Holocaust. Then again, people who think with their epidermis or their genitalia or their clan are the problem to begin with. One does not banish this specter by invoking it. If I would not vote against someone on the grounds of ‘race’ or ‘gender’ alone, then by the exact same token I would not cast a vote in his or her favor for the identical reason. Yet see how this obvious question makes fairly intelligent people say the most alarmingly stupid things. Here we are then, I was thinking, in a war to the finish between everything I love and everything I hate. Fine. We will win and they will lose. A pity that we let them pick the time and place of the challenge, but we can and we will make up for that.” Christopher Hitchens
Dear Christopher Hitchens, i love your brain,soul and sign,
without patience and faith, A.
ps.“Beware what you wish for, unless you have the grace to hope that your luck can be shared.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Love, Poverty, and War : Journeys and Essays
God is an astronaut
Cool Kids Can’t Die. (clipped to polyvore.com)




