samedi, novembre 4
HELP!
After "A hard day's night" i prefer george. even if john is always the perfect. but it will be the eternal question and like everybody is splitted in his character i will continue this debate with myself for the next years perhaps. and i will discover that the beatles are not better than chris isaak. one day everybody will know it.
jeudi, septembre 14
Elve(s:)ztem
L ost you again in these internet holes.
O r are you somewhere here?
S o the waves of these connections enable another monologue
T ill every corner of my head speaks to me....
O r are you somewhere here?
S o the waves of these connections enable another monologue
T ill every corner of my head speaks to me....
lundi, septembre 11
Puppies
It is the best design!
Lost in these eternal internetworlds. Sometimes it endues so real traits. On entertainment search in the student blogs.
Asked one yesterday, if I would come from ‘Mücke’ (’szúnyog’).
No from ‘Mücke’ I am not, and where is this actually? Perhaps I am a ‘Mücke’.
At least fly around bombinating chuckleheaded. Every now and then sucking of someone’s blood.
Well, but from ‘Mücke’, no, I was not. I was not his calf early puppy love.
So there is one with my name, who is a puppy love of Mücke.
When the train crossed a night-in-weaved france?
When the manhole cover became a bugging device of the subterranean war?
When you always met one on the street as agreed, as if dated with each other?
When braces being grining always at you closemouthed?
Is it like that? They will get in touch with you somewhere, some day along the way?
Lost in these eternal internetworlds. Sometimes it endues so real traits. On entertainment search in the student blogs.
Asked one yesterday, if I would come from ‘Mücke’ (’szúnyog’).
No from ‘Mücke’ I am not, and where is this actually? Perhaps I am a ‘Mücke’.
At least fly around bombinating chuckleheaded. Every now and then sucking of someone’s blood.
Well, but from ‘Mücke’, no, I was not. I was not his calf early puppy love.
So there is one with my name, who is a puppy love of Mücke.
When the train crossed a night-in-weaved france?
When the manhole cover became a bugging device of the subterranean war?
When you always met one on the street as agreed, as if dated with each other?
When braces being grining always at you closemouthed?
Is it like that? They will get in touch with you somewhere, some day along the way?
vendredi, septembre 1
lundi, août 21
dimanche, août 20
samedi, août 19
do you already know caravaggio? it is like watching films of pasolini.
http://www.caravaggio.rai.it/index_it.htm
béka. if the invitation is for me, i am very happy. i would like to join you eat a stone-earth-sandwich with you and look in the black of the dust in the eyes, but i am already in my grave of italian history, at the moment. nyul is under the earth, waiting for a vakond. he is surrounded by matthäus, reads the bible, studies the relation between erotic and brutality. and vizilo is sitting in a russian hole, hole of mysterical stalinistic devils, mysterical faust incarnations. there is a whole universe under the earth. what have you discovered, béka?
