what do you do best ?

Dreaming. Definitely dreaming. Or so. I just... You know... do my mojo, and then... the whole world just starts to swim. Swim where ? I Don't fuckin' know. Just Swim, you know. Like shelves. And books, and shit. Or like fishes in mermaid positions, but not like that, just like sick. Like... the whole world gonna cum next and make a big fuzz, ... but nobody was there., Like the song. With the trip to the fair. You know ? But nobody was there. I'ts lad like a brittish bad mellodramma.
You wanna try ?

BBC: shut down the crap some call music!

" Rhythm, which is the sound of life, has been largely replaced by electrical pulses, produced by a machine programmed to repeat itself ad infinitum, and to thrust its booming bass notes into the very bones of the victim. Whole areas of civic space in our society are now policed by this sound, which drives anybody with the slightest feeling for music to distraction, and ensures that for many of us a visit to the pub or a meal in a restaurant have lost their residual meaning."
"There are two reasons why this vacuous music has flown into every public space. One is the vast change in the human ear brought about by the mass production of sound. The other is the failure of the law to protect us from the result. For our ancestors music was something that you sat down to listen to, or which you made for yourself. It was a ceremonial event, in which you participated, either as a passive listener or as an active performer. Either way you were giving and receiving life, sharing in something of great social significance."



BBC: CLICK AICI si citeste articolul integral, se merita : - ) 

Ruth Ozeki. All Over Creation.

Morning Shitness

Atunci cand te trezesti de dimineata impins de cacat sa iesi din pat. Cu burta plina, livrezi niste bastoane serioase pana te plictisesti. Pana decapitezi unul.
Si atunci senzatia accea de perpetua supuratie a cacatului intre sfinctere. Bideul e ineficient. A doua cacare rezolva putin, dar cadavrul tot mai supureaza. Daca trebuie sa pleci urgent de acasa vei avea parte de o zi cacacioasa. Mai ales la fete. Ingenue, ca niste nimfe, si cu chilotii albi - maron la curul manjit cu supur maroniu.
Solutia ?
Fii mai destept decat cacatul. Bate-l pe ultima suta de metri la sprint.
Cand simti ca trebuie sa te trezesti sa mergi la buda, du-te si fa un ceai mai intai. Bea-l tacticos. Blestematul se pregateste sa sprinteze. Intelegi ce spun, nu ? Urmarea e in practica: just nike it!

Change the fu*k#ng world, huh ?

M-a intrebat zilele trecute cineva mai in serios, mai in gluma,  "ce am facut eu sa schimb lumea asta mizera". Sau ceva in genul. Raspunsul meu, ca intotdeauna in situatii din astea, e ca am facut mai mult decat unii si mult mai putin decat altii care au facut o diferenta. Am ajuns sa constat ca cea mai mare calitate a mea - (drums rolling) - aceea de a intelege fapte, oameni, lucruri, mecanisme, situatii - nu a adus niciodata mai mult decat, pe de o parte, hrana orgoliului meu vesnic hulpav de emotii ieftine, pe de alta parte, cand Ego-ul doarme pe rotile si sunt doar Eu, se asterne o serena amaraciune total acceptata, total asumata, deja bine primita. Pare un paradox, dar nu poti schimba nimic pana nu te schimbi pe tine. Nu poti schimba lumea din frustrare si nefericire. Iar fericirea e posibila pentru orisicare dintre noi, dar este individuala. Nu este nici extaz colectiv, nici exaltare personala. Ea exista in nonexistenta ei. Odata ce ai pus problema existentei ei, ea nu (mai) este acolo. Dar ea exista. Atunci cand nu te gandesti la ea. Atunci cand te disociezi de Ego. Atunci cand propria-ti amaraciune iti este aproape. Atunci cand te-ai predat.

Zice B0b...

If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you wont give up. If you give up, you're not worthy. ... Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.”

Unaesthetic gun

It’s morning

Time to sleep

Snooze

Want to to to

Obtain

Discipline

Washed up Friday

Behind

Legions of bullshit

Continue 

The charade.

 

 

 

By:  Bogdan Puslenghea
Illustration: Nick Victor

http://internationaltimes.it/unaesthetic-gun/