BlackBubblegum

Once you go black you never go back

adriana.h2o — Mon, 14 May 2012 16:26:13 +0000

The breakfast of a champion: a big black coffee at 3:47 pm

quote of the day

adriana.h2o — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 14:51:57 +0000

” Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.” Bill Hicks

Stramb in extaz

adriana.h2o — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 18:26:26 +0000

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.

quote of the day

adriana.h2o — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 12:17:43 +0000

“Stop telling lies about me and i`ll stop telling the truth about you”. C.H., Letters to a young contrarian

kudos

adriana.h2o — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 00:10:06 +0000

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

adriana.h2o — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 20:53:16 +0000

“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

adriana.h2o — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 12:55:18 +0000

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

adriana.h2o — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 12:12:40 +0000

Le Vin de l`assasin, FLeurs du mal C. Baudelaire

adriana.h2o — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:08:38 +0000

I’m smiling…that alone should scare you.

adriana.h2o — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 13:08:40 +0000