untitled pink floyd song

above my head
the stars are white
above my feet
my head is light

i stop and go
the road is long
the darkest time
for the smartest ho

i find a house
without a door
i step inside
i stop at the floor

i come across
a broom of black
i ride that thing
till the break of dawn

and when i lay an egg
an empty shell
it turns to stone
the yawning light

A MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURE

 

the message has changed

When I'm Around

I google myself
I want you to google me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you to google me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind them

I don't want anybody else
When I think about me
I google myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

I'm the one who makes him happy honey
I'm the sun who makes her shine
When I'm around I'm always laughing
I want to make you theirs

I close my eyes
And see me before her
Think you would die
If she was to ignore him
A fool could see
Just how much it adores them
You get down on your knees
They'd do anything for it

I google myself
I want you to google me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you to google me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind them

broken robot at fort knox

     so come on
     break into my premises
     loom through the barbed wire
     come closer with your smoking
     soldering iron
     and i'll return fire
     i got death written all over me
     so i return fire
     can't you see the sparks
     rising high from the bypass
     red and white - golden blue
     malfunction sparks flying
     a skyful of stars
     get it on
     come on

s/p

bunny 13

început in 2005, neterminat

into the dither

(click pe imagine pt full view)

asta e făcută de pe ministerul artiştilor

fiindcă tot pun lucruri care nu mai există, o să pun în curînd şi un autoportret

it came from outer markets

y x

puştiul a venit singur la mine să-l fotografiez şi nu l-am pus eu să stea aşa, a pozat cum a vrut el

something white

if i look into the distance,
i'll see nothing, i want nothing.
but there is something.
something wide, to keep me alive,
something wild, to keel me.

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break-down. breakdown.
nu prea pot să stau la calculator, aşa că

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mi-ai dat epstein-barr
şi influenza
eu nu ţi-am dat nimic
mi-ai dat dragoste
şi guturai
erau tot ce aveai
eu nu ţi-am dat nimic
să nu mi le ceri înapoi

mi-ai fi dat şi hepatita b
dar îţi trecuse de mult
eu nu ţi-am dat nimic

puteam să-ţi dau herpes simplex
dar nu mi-a venit
ai fi acceptat?
nu m-ai aşteptat
nu ţi-am dat nimic

nimic

polaroid

„ e un prinţ al rockului care trăieşte în mine
dispare după ce-mi dă semnale secrete


ce?
ă?
cum?
ă.
bine.
sînt o muscă atrasă în cursă
m-am lipit de fîşie.

kurdt kobaen se agită iar
a venit după mine “

editura vinea, 2006

© foto sus: ? ? ?; foto jos: cat a

fluoride park

dear diary,
hey.

who am i supposed to talk to? i feel there's — no one left to confide in, concerning this. there hasn't been anyone for a long time. general jd ripper: they made fun of him; they made him commit — suicide. a comedian made him commit suicide. it was — that easy. are they trying to do the same thing with me? i wanna know. please, tell me. i'm a comedian myself. i have to know.

YES       NO

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GOODBYE

magic

A Doua Copertă Pentru Editura Tritonic

simple mathematics

x + finit = brut

x = ?

x = brut - finit

x = bleed

1999 (2000)

dragă jurnalule,

azi m-am trezit odată cu oamenii care merg la serviciu ca să mă uit la poze.

take a trip down the memory lane with me

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air

copertă pentru editura tritonic

lost highway

prin martie, robert m. m-a rugat să îi propun o copertă pentru volumul lui de poezie. n-am mai apucat să i-o arăt, fiindcă între timp a schimbat titlul şi ideea mea nu se mai potrivea. nu ştiu ce să fac cu ea, aşa că o postez aici.

bum sticker artifacts

cafeteria

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