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mood [Jan. 16th, 2007|09:35 pm]
[Current Location |home]
[mood |Loving]
[music |Pachelbel]

I am not the same as when I have started.
But I like it!
And I am in love!!!
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my nose [Jan. 12th, 2007|08:11 pm]
[Current Location |home]
[mood |lovedloving]
[music |Coldplay - Bigger Stronger]

My nose is causing me some trouble, hope it won't cause trouble to anyone else.
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ACCA, paper 1.3 [Jan. 11th, 2007|07:46 pm]
[Current Location |home]
[mood |lovedloving]
[music |silence]

Bullshit makes the world go round!
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A postwinter landscape in the snowy park of my childhood dreams [Mar. 28th, 2006|12:24 am]
[mood |calmhey that was fine isn't it]
[music |Vangelis - Bladerunner soundtrack - Tears in Rain]

I was going along the park when I say a dead crow on the snow.
My first thought was: ah-ha finally the Bird Flu in
, we all are going to die.
But people just kept passing buy noticing the dead bird not. 
And you know what really touched me? 
The way the crow lay on the snow with its dead unblinking black eyes staring at nothing and with its wings deformed in an unnatural way.
The crow was apparently dead for merely a couple of hours but it looked as if it was sleeping with it's head on its wing.

Scary view it was.
I left the crow behind and went home when I saw to other crows which were apparently alive.
One was drinking from a puddle the other was playing with a plastic bag, but there was something strange about those two: they were moving and flying but as if manipulated as if they were controlled by somebody, the looked like artificial toys following the plan of some mad mind. Not like the previous one which was absolutely free.


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fresh meat [Feb. 23rd, 2006|01:20 pm]
[mood |energeticwhere r ma pills?]
[music |some classic stuff]

hey we've got some more little greenmen hereshomesick
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(no subject) [Feb. 17th, 2006|12:05 am]
[mood |crazycrazy]
[music |silence]

Hi, dear journal.

I wanted to ask you a single question:

if the earth is not a cold dead place, why should i suffer it?

sincerely yours - author.
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divinity [Feb. 15th, 2006|11:41 pm]
[mood |excitedexcited]
[music |brian eno - going unconscious]

I was so suppressed when I awakened. In the shower and during the breakfast it was getting even worse. And when I took on my shoes I’ve felt that something terrible is going to happen. Obviously it was not enough to commit suicide, but the eerie thoughts exacerbated the situation.
I locked the door and came downstairs while experiencing the bad feeling of something inevitable when rays of the morning bright yellow sun touched me with their gentle warmth and suddenly all was gone.
I was levitating in the yellowish opaque nothingness moving not a single muscle. I tried to adjust my blurred mind to the beckoning palpitating light, albeit somehow I understood it was descending through the dim substance of my exuberant imagination which engendered ominous silhouettes that tortured me.
Some kind of a perverted curse muffled these ravings interlacing them with the mutilated pictures of my past.
My erratic thoughts sunk in the void taking all the troubles and problems with them. I was recuperating. And I’ve soared feeling completely pacified by inscrutable incantation.
And when I was back standing in the sunlight I knew that something divine had happened to me. Never have an angel touched me before.
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