Cand mi-am adus aminte de casti era deja tarziu. Le uitasem in club. Futu-i! Text message: ME: Salut! Ati gasit cumva o pereche de casti albastre SONY? Reply. THE CLUB: ...
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Poezie despre ce dimineata mea Cand am deschis ochii era inca noapte Am adormit...
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It's me again. Me? Me who? I put a lot of thought lately about this blog, just another thing that I have a tough time letting go. This blog ... my stories ... my story. As much as I tried, I just can't write like that anymore. To think that I
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This morning my whole body was aching for adventure. I didn´t quite know what to start with. I was pondering between car racing and sky diving. "Today is the day!" I thought to myself. "I will do it. Today I´ll fly. Sky diving it is". I tried to call
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God: Ada? ... Ada! Ada: Who is there? Satan? Is that you? God: No, it´s Me. Ada: Me who? God: God. Ada: Oh, shit! Really? God: Really. Ada: Have I done something wrong? Am I dying? God: Everybody is constantly doing something wrong and no, you are
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(Part I- here Part II- here ) - Let´s hear some music, no? ( Said Simona ) ...
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( For part I click here ) "Those bitches! I´ll cut them in half when I´ll see them. Bbbbrrrrr .... I´m freezing. Oh, here comes a truck. Please, God, please!" Prayed Mircea while trying to stop the truck. But it pass
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Mai imi vine cate un spasm. ...
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I always loved long drives. It feels like time is standing still. There is nothing to do, nowhere to go. You fall asleep in one place, wake up in another. Kinda like floating. - Why am I so hot? (Asked Mircea) - You are overdressed. Take off some of those layers of clothes! ( Answered Valentina) - It wouldn´t make any
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Once upon a time there was a hippopotamus. His name was Charles and he lived in a building block in a suburb of Mijik City. Charles was depressed and fed up with neighbors complaining all the time. He could barely walk in his own flat because the whole building was shaking and everybody (except him) got terrified. So he was basical
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"...... Is anybody here? God? .... Grandma! ... Are you here? Can you hear me? Grandma, do you remember when I was little and we were playing and singing at your house? Seems like so long ago ... almost as it never happened. " - Ouch! Goddammit! There I was daydreaming again. Third time this week. This time it
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Salut! Sunt eu. Iti scriu de pe strada Singuratatii. La vreo 20 de Km de Barcelona. Aici, pe strada mea, 10 din 14 oameni sunt singuri. Eu nu sunt sigura unde ma incardrez. Desi sunt intr-o relatie (sau alta) de la 18 ani, mereu m-am simtit singura. Am ramas in relatii de frica sa duc povara vietii singura de tot, sa mai schimb o vorba, o gluma si, din cand in cand, un sex cu cineva, dar ma simt la fel de singura ca cei 10 oameni de pe strada pe care locuiesc.3 dintre ei sunt asociati la clubul secret la care lucrez ( nu pot sa spun ca e secret). Vin aproape zilnic. Din singuratate. Unul are un ied pe nume Congo pe care-l scoate la plimbare si umple strada si parcul de vis-a-vis de cacareze. Iar cand iese fara Congo vorbeste singur si face el insusi ca o capra ( tot de singuratate).Doi locuiesc cu parintele care le-a mai ramas.Intr-un fel ciudat, simt ca ma integrez in aceasta strada de neintegrati. Ma simt la fel ca ei: intr-o eterna neintegrare, dar cine cacat vrea sa se
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Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing .......huuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmDe mult, pe vremea cand oile mancau carpe de bucatarie, era un croitor caruia ii cam placea sa traga la masea. Si satul in care locuia acest croitor era undeva la marginea unei paduri. Padurea Vantului Puternic. Se numea asa pentru ca te lua vantul pe sus cum ii treceai ... copacul.huuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmCand ne atingem simt fluturi in stomac. In tot acest intuneric am vazut o femeie dansand. Avea lumina in degete si ochi.Avea rochi neagra si parul blond. Ochii ii erau verzi ca smar
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I think It was from Marilyn Manson's Mechanical Animals, back in my early teenage days, when I heard the term "disassociative". The term brushed my ears back and forth many times until I received an alarm bell from my psychologist: "Hey! You've got disassociative tendencies. It must be pretty tourmenring living with so many different Adas inside." - Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one’s thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity. - The person may switch to another personality state when under stress. But for me it was never tourmenring, it was fun joggling around with opposite feelings and personalities, there was a piece of me in each of these type of personalities that I would bring them back and forth, put each one in charge of different challenges and situations. I began to dig deeper in this field and found it quite fasc
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