tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25030600067811575862011-08-23T06:50:38.092-07:00daca-as porni acum spre luna in passo doble cadentat cam maine tot pe vremea asta as coti la dreapta si dupa vreun Big Bang sau doua as ateriza cu success la sfantul insarcinat cu ungerea rotitelor din inimi ce l-as mai bate cu levierul peste mainiMacina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-44038358527166476182009-11-05T02:56:00.000-08:002009-11-05T03:01:08.117-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/SvKvxfzHQeI/AAAAAAAAACg/BKXloPLOPfU/s1600-h/i_decay_II_by_J4K0644061x.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400572168054981090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/SvKvxfzHQeI/AAAAAAAAACg/BKXloPLOPfU/s320/i_decay_II_by_J4K0644061x.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">eu, cand ma cert cu cine nu trebuie, alerg pe intuneric intr-o camera plina de colturi...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">fir-ar el de inger cocosat!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">***</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">ploua ca in purgatoriu<br />ploua ca sa-mi mai treaca<br />de lume<br />caci fiecare zi deasupra solului<br />e o paranghelie stanesciana<br />in care tu esti vinu si ambrozia<br />si mi te scurgi pe camasa<br /><br />dar tu dormi<br />de asta trebuie sa ploua<br />de asta trebuie sa mai si dormim<br /><br />acum imi sinucid inima<br />(de somnul tau)<br />cu cafea<br />si ignor ploaia aschilabica<br />dar tare si mult ti-as mai fi<br />tartorul gemetelor tale infundate<br />noi doi am deveni asa<br />o casa cu tente mici de rosu<br />si poze de familie<br />si poate c-ar ploua mai des</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-4403835852716647618?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-82568376795539328782009-10-03T11:46:00.000-07:002009-10-03T11:50:44.748-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/Ssec9FJcHgI/AAAAAAAAACY/yI32kJKtEq0/s1600-h/Autumn_by_Floriandra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388448052339809794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/Ssec9FJcHgI/AAAAAAAAACY/yI32kJKtEq0/s320/Autumn_by_Floriandra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">ei da<br />ascult terry pratchett inca<br />si da, inca iubesc</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#990000;">***</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">fumuri alergatoare te-aduc la mine<br />maine<br />pe-o morisca olandeza<br />vi ca o balerina pe catalige<br />eu macin vant asteptandu-te<br /><br />vii si mortii optimisti<br />te urmeaza<br />sa facem dragoste sub pat<br />(suntem trend-setteri in domeniu)<br />ne voi lega gleznele<br />intre ele<br />ne vei lipi obrajii<br />cu superglue<br />sa cada vantul macinat pe crestet<br /><br />eu pe tavan am maci<br />(mentinatori de insomnie)<br />si dinti de lapte pe sub perna<br />crucific demoni<br />rontai cornulete vechi<br />astept sa iasa papadiile<br />si mai macin niste vant<br />pentru muritorii de sub unghii<br /><br />vino odata alergand<br />incaltata in conduri<br />leviteaza dand din gene<br />intinde-te pe veranda<br />castelului meu de clestar<br />demult te-astept<br />mormane de-alizeuri zac<br />intre noi<br />pe toate sa le macin! </span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-8256837679553932878?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-20763021336722474792009-06-17T03:00:00.000-07:002009-06-17T03:20:41.345-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/SjjCzyO_7hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KnndJVTxdYE/s1600-h/Kiss_Me___Tristan_and_Isolde_by_singsang.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348238752416263698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/SjjCzyO_7hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KnndJVTxdYE/s320/Kiss_Me___Tristan_and_Isolde_by_singsang.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><span style="color:#990000;">azi mi s-a spus Tristan</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">si m-am hurducat din interior</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">spre exterior</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">pana la ea…</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">si unde amoroase inca se mai simt</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">prin maduva si spiritu-mi suvoi rebel</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">iluzie</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">totusi </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">si-ntepare</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">copil tembel </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">sa nu asculti cantece de cuci sensibili</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">sa nu le oferi umarul</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">cand li se scurg ochii pe caldaram</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Tristan</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">genul de sunet</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">pe care il auzi in amurgul viselor</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">iar si din nou</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">mi-am tradat sensibilitatea</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">m-am ars, bineinteles</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">m-am imprastiat in cele sase zari</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">desi nu-i vant</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">prezent de jos in sus aici</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">pe metereze</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">Tristan</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">nu-i nume trist</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">insa conceptul f</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ace Stonehange-ul sa-si pise ochii fracvent</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ameteste-mi lucrurile din cap si din camera</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">lasa-ti urma pe marginea patului</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">si pe scaunul din bucatarie</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">lasa toate usile deschise</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">(sa se-nchida sigure!)</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ravaseste-mi parul…</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">nu-mi zice Tristan!</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">nu imi voi mai arata gleznele atat de usor</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ah, iarta-mi revolta…</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">uitasem pierderea orgoliului</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ce-am suferit acum nu multe ere</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">pastreaza-mi clona ne-Tristana</span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;">daca ti-au placut amintirile… </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-2076302133672247479?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-62144350126380042722009-06-08T02:35:00.000-07:002009-06-08T02:37:38.292-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/Sizbycv28GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4bUeiZhc1KM/s1600-h/7e0865524b6d2aa77add9cd1c292cfcb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344888517538803810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/Sizbycv28GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4bUeiZhc1KM/s320/7e0865524b6d2aa77add9cd1c292cfcb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">Da.<br />Ingerul Cocosat este constiinta mea, demonul meu interior, toate cunostiintele mele intrupate intr-o nefiinta, invatatorul, semizeul. E sihastrul fara varsta care traieste sub patul unde dorm, indiferent unde dorm. E cel care ma impulsioneaza cand dau de naiba, e cel care imi exacerbeaza fricile prin sarje bine calculate de mistocareli. El m-a invatat sa suflu in trompeta, sa plang numai cand nu ma vede nimeni, sa nu ma las calcat in picioare decat dupa ce m-am deghizat in arici, imi picteaza cerul gurii cu negru si-mi zbarnaie corzile vocale cand simt nevoia sa marai. El imi spune sa nu o mai bag in seama pe EA1, ci sa o iubesc cu toata fiinta pe EA2. Il ignor si il pretuiesc totodata.<br />Arhanghelul Ghebos imi va pune piedica cand voi porni pe un drum gresit. El va fi acolo cand nimeni nu va mai fi si cand vor fi prea multi. Imi sade pe umar. Isi face lumanari din ceara din urechile mele si briceag din unghiile de la picioare.<br />El e Heruvimul Stramb si doarme acum. L-au obosit prostiile din capul meu.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-6214435012638004272?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-37548260615770664852009-06-07T05:44:00.000-07:002009-06-07T06:00:37.055-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/Siu57C8yUlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GQwV1iWKbUI/s1600-h/Lead_the_Revolt_avatar_by_a_freakin_rpg_gamer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344569806860472914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/Siu57C8yUlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GQwV1iWKbUI/s320/Lead_the_Revolt_avatar_by_a_freakin_rpg_gamer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">urmeaza acum sa ma invartosez asa tare de tot si cand m-oi avanta afara de sub pat si printre cartile din biblioteca o sa te pup pe bot, ma!!! nu mai esti un biet profan cu o circumvolutiune si aia facuta de sapca! palma asta pe care ti-a dat-o soarta ti-a mai facut una. bravo, domne'! ai o bere de la mine. ia! hai! fii rau! sufla-le-n trompeta!!! arata-le ca nu sti sa taci!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">si nu mai stiu cum sa mai mor</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">din ce abis sa mai rasar</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">cu ploaia-n carca si aripi far’ de zbor</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">in prismele de vant</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">cutreier franturi de drumuri nebatute</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">se striga cuvinte neinventate peste tot in jur</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">si dedesupt</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">un subteran de pe sub iaduri</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">imi este mie rezervat</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">si ma cheama</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">si ma duc</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">caci aripile-mi au secat de zbor</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">si penele-mi fac greata</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">scuipat imi creste pe picioare</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">ciori vechi m-ar ciuguli rupestru</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">alerg si ma dezbrac in drumu-mi spre pamant</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">(cu picioarele inainte)</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">ma ung cu voma lumii care m-a respins!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">un parastas mai cer umil</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">un zambet sters</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">si-o-nghititura rosie de vin…</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">*** </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">adesea am zacut </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">langa talazuri de rau tacut</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">uneori am impartit plaja cu hoituri</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">am absorbit in sange glod statut si sare</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">nu-s amarat</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">caci nu am glande necesare</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">si n-am stat intr-un picior pe-un val</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">am vrut numai o lume sa se-astearna</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">scut la picioare</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">n-am alergat pana la ea</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">ca s-o ocup</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">(urlet teritorial de lup alfa)</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">-un trai decent la zdup</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#990000;">nu-i lucru mut ce plang aici…</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-3754826061577066485?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-5563244254791418952009-05-29T11:53:00.000-07:002009-05-29T12:17:28.879-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/SiAxpfvwI8I/AAAAAAAAABI/lQ2mJiZZjVI/s1600-h/Rain_by_Ragdoll_x3.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323747027592130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/SiAxpfvwI8I/AAAAAAAAABI/lQ2mJiZZjVI/s320/Rain_by_Ragdoll_x3.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#990000;">stai stai stai sa inteleg si io!</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">deci</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">un drum de 10 minute prin ploaie a fost deajuns sa te revigoreze dupa cateva luni de blegosenie, sa-ti redea chefu de batut la tobe, sa te faca sa-ti doresti iar o carte buna si un ceai cald la lumina veiozei si te-a motivat sa te reapuci de facut flotari intr-o mana!? </span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">hm...</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ce pot sa spun... tipic!</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">dar nu o sa-ti stric bunadispozitie abia recuperata. te las sa mai acumulezi ca sa am satisfactie mai mare cand te-oi persifla mai incolo. </span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">acuma haide! da tot ce poti din tine!</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">***</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#990000;">cu gluga-n cap</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">si cu genunchii tremurand</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">plimbari pseudo-singuratice fac</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">(doar eu si eu si eu si…)</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">spiralez prin piete goale</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">di-mprejur si-n departare</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">trag cainii de coada</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">cu-atata nesat</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ca nici nu ma mai latra </span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">ma striga ecoul din spate</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">eu ii raspund din fata</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">demn</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">amusin ganguri violatoare</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">reneg violaceul aerului noptatic</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">cu un simplu gest</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">al fantomei ce mi-e sufletul</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">si-mi orientez mersul si tremuratul</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">inapoi inspre departe…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-556324425479141895?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-38827245963003000502009-05-24T01:16:00.000-07:002009-05-24T01:19:46.510-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/ShkDFPQDZZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1qpUs3UsvA/s1600-h/c56309b4b3b664062c7950f2ab0ccc5b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339302221752526226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZangULK27bU/ShkDFPQDZZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1qpUs3UsvA/s320/c56309b4b3b664062c7950f2ab0ccc5b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">fumuri alergatoare te-aduc la mine<br />maine<br />pe-o morisca olandeza<br />vi ca o balerina pe catalige<br />eu macin vant asteptandu-te<br /><br />vii si mortii optimisti<br />te urmeaza<br />sa facem dragoste sub pat<br />(suntem trend-setteri in domeniu)<br />ne voi lega gleznele<br />intre ele<br />ne vei lipi obrajii<br />cu superglue<br />sa cada vantul macinat pe crestet<br /><br />eu pe tavan am maci<br />(mentinatori de insomnie)<br />si dinti de lapte pe sub perna<br />crucific demoni<br />rontai cornulete vechi<br />astept sa iasa papadiile<br />si mai macin niste vant<br />pentru muritorii de sub unghii<br /><br />vino odata alergand<br />incaltata in conduri<br />leviteaza dand din gene<br />intinde-te pe veranda<br />castelului meu de clestar<br />demult te-astept<br />mormane de-alizeuri zac<br />intre noi<br />pe toate sa le macin!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">aaa... salutare, mosule!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">nu vazusem ca ti-ai inceput activitatea prodigioasa asa de dimineata. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">vad ca merge treaba si n-ai nevoie sa sarcasm momentan, nu? </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">bun bun. am timp sa-mi termin cafeluta. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">ne vedem mai tarziu, pierdutule!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-3882724596300300050?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-58785379700067497892009-05-21T00:54:00.000-07:002009-05-21T01:29:19.070-07:00<span style="color:#cc0000;">cand m-am trezit azi dupamiaza<br />imi crescuse o aripa<br />inspre inauntru<br />si cand am falfait ca un re-incepator<br />s-a mai ridicat praful de prin aorte<br />si parca si gerul de afara nu mai era chiar de boboteaza<br /><br />as sta la tine-n casa<br />si treptat treptat as lua camerele la explorat<br />poate dau de tine goala<br />si fara inhibitii</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">***</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">vai tu draga... cat de mirobolant, ca sa ma exprim asa. mor de placere, nu alta! ce vise ai si tu, fratioare... </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">mai lasa-le in colo de muieri agasante!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">si ce daca sunt un misogin notoriu?! macar io nu ma smiorcai in perna nopti la randul!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">***</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">esti moderatorul termic<br />al inimii mele<br />ai venit pe ne-simtite<br />facandu-te simtita-n tot si toate<br />m-ai imbracat in aripile ce le pierdusem<br />nu demult<br />in cosciugul cu amintiri<br /><br />inger cu vorba sepulcra<br />cum de mi s-a intiparit mie<br />portretul la tine-n geam?<br />stiai ca pe luna plina<br />la miezul noptii bat orologii<br />si-ti visez aripile?<br />ti-as mangaia cioturile de pe spate<br />te-as obloji…<br /><br />vezi-ma!<br />port corpul cu vedere la suflet si inima<br />pot sa ti le las pe pres<br />la intrare prin fizic in afectiv?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">***</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">pfff... esti un caz pierdut, dragul mieu... pe bune de nu mi-e mila de tine. nici misto n-as mai putea sa fac. e trist, domne! iarta-ma ca am tipat la tine mai devreme... TEAPA!!! cu riscul de a parea repetitiv: ESTI VARZA!!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">cum adica "macar eu ma fut"?! hellooooo!!!! io n-am extremitati d-alea carnoase-slinoase care cer frecus en gross! sunt suficient siesi, ba! caz pierdut!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">***</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">sunt zeu de gheata topita mereu<br />dar impotriva vrerii mele<br />e frig pe podea<br />tin sa te anunt<br />e frig si in colturile tavanului<br />neuronal<br />imi marturisesc dracusorii<br />care ma fac special</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">***</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">esti pe ma-ta! naiba sa te mai puna sa ma faci "dracusor" sa vezi cum iar nu mai dormi tu o saptamana! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">hai te-am lasat la a nu stiu cata lamentatie afrodisiaca specifica tie si gargaunilor din capul tau! hai salut!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-5878537970006749789?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-64275411435264719812009-05-10T09:44:00.000-07:002009-05-10T09:59:49.349-07:00<span style="color:#cc0000;">da doamne'! singuru motiv pentru care m-ai chemat de sub pat era ca sa bem o cafea la 12 noaptea?<br />suna bine! cum as putea refuza o noua ocazie de a face misto de nasolitatea modului tau de a gandi?!<br />iata-ma-s! mereu la datorie! pot sa ii dau drumu'?<br /><br />in primu' rand, dream-catcheru' de deasupra patului tau s-a rupt si s-ar putea sa nu mai poti dormi bine in propriul pat. sfatul meu, mai da un rand de cafelutza d-asta slaba pentru domnisoare de care faci tu, si hai sa dam o tura de balcon.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">in al doilea rand, pricomigdalele chiar merg cu pseudo-cafeaua ta! suna-ti iubita ta cea creata si inocenta ca o margareta. urla la vecinii colorati sa dea muzica mai incet. prefa-te ca vecina de apartament nu sforaie. inchide-ti ochii si ascuta ce-ti zic acuma la ureche: ESTI VARZA!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">ba, ce placere imi face sa te fac de cacao! hai, sa nu te prind ca-mi bazai pe podele. mai bine hai, mai baga o poezea d-aia de-a ta. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">stau si ma gandesc…<br /><br />un demon-barbier mi-a ras teasta azinoapte<br />ca-ntr-un musical de proasta calitate<br />de nu mai vad capilarul vietii<br />din crestet<br />pana-n ultimul cerc al iadului din aorte<br /><br />mi-a secat oglinda din perete<br />nu-mi va mai curge umbre second-hand<br />in ochi si pe genunchi<br /><br />o cioara cu caracter orfic<br />imi lingea geamul<br />scartaia-ntre pervaz si perna<br /><br />foi rosii se rupeau din tavan<br />si fugeau de-alungul patului<br />de-alungul rugului si-n josul plangerii<br /><br />oare acesti factori asimetrici<br />au contribuit premeditat<br />(rautacios)<br />la starea mea de veghe intru vieti<br />intregi de nopti albe?...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">ohohoooo, fi sigur ca au contribuit! si nu numai astia ci si altii. fraierimea din capu' tau, spre exemplu! balalaule!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">eh... hai las-o balta. io ma intorc sub pat.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">cheama-ma cand chiar ai ceva sa-mi spui! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">pa si pusi!<br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-6427541143526471981?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503060006781157586.post-74711871410557073972009-05-10T09:41:00.000-07:002009-05-10T09:44:26.202-07:00<span style="color:#cc0000;">Sa te fereasca Sfantu', Burule! Sa te fereasca Sfantu' sa inveti din greseli!Da da... Stiu... Cunosc... Singur intre patru pereti, tiuitul notoriu al linistii cu ecouri in urechi, inserarea lenta de primavara, lumea care se baga in seama pe messenger si care defapt nu are nmic de spus, toate astea te fac sa-ti mesteci toata rezerva de guma ca sa te calmezi, sa bei Mountain Dew cu nemiluita, sa-ti piara cheful de invatat, cheful de mancare, cheful de a avea chef, te fac sa-ti inchizi telefoanele (mai multe ca doar in ziua de azi trebuie sa faci fata tiraniei majoritatii - in cazul nostru, al tiraniei majoritatii care are cate 2-3 abonamente la retele diferite) si sa le deschizi la intervale regulate de timp in speranta ca cineva, oricine, te va baga in seama si-ti va acorda chiar si cea mai stupida forma de atentie.Acum iti vei termina si rezerva de pasca (reminecente uscate de la Pastele ortodox) si te vei afunda iar in scrieri lirice pe care tu sa le consideri, daca nu geniale, cel putin demne de admiratia prietenilor tai. Ia! Haide! Baga ceva la sentiment acuma! Baga sa vada si Ingerasul tau ghebos, venit de sub pat de la caldurica, ce-ti poate capu'! Ca sufletelu...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">ASCEZA-N SICRIU<br /><br />am plans noua luni in burta mamei<br />acuma in mormant fiind<br />imi clampane un os al fetei<br />si coji de seminte imi cad pe genunchi<br />prea putin m-am odihnit trans-existential<br /><br />pedeapsa capitala<br /><br />aveam o mana mare<br />si-ar fi strans o inima<br />aveam o mana mica<br />si-alunga trei fantome vii si una moarta<br />pe usa-afara<br />sau intre vagoanele trenului gandirii<br /><br />branula in limba si-n privire<br />in jos<br />sub sicriu imi vad in sfarsit steaua<br />nu pe capac<br />nici in cavou<br />oare imi vor putrezi si lacrimile?<br />sa nu plutesc in groapa ca pe Styx…<br /><br />ah, cum mai simt si-acum dulce-acrisorul<br />sulitei care mi-a penetrat pieptul<br />si crucea<br />si burnita cu elementi de calorifer<br />ce se spargeau in frisoane de caldaram<br /><br />ah, cum ma sfarma baroase de-ntuneric<br />ma plang atat de putini ochi…</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Hai nu ma innnebuni! Da, domne'! M-ai uns pe cotor cu asta! Ma faci sa ma intorc naibii sub pat si sa-mi indes capu-n praf sa nu te mai vad si sa nu te mai aud cum te lamentezi degeaba!!! Sti ce zic io? Ia iesi tu pana pe balcon, trage niste pufaituri din alea Zen si intoarce-te la munca, ba minte bombardata cu fraierime! Hai! Si cand te intorci mai trage o dusca de Mountain Dew, mai consuma o bucata de pasca si pune si tu mana pe carte ca iar ramai de caruta!Hai ciao! Te-am pupat! Ne vedem cand mai am chef de predici! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503060006781157586-7471187141055707397?l=biblialuimacinavant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Macina Vanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11949173293858801120noreply@blogger.com0