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Yellow pigeon brothel

That would be my balcony. But I cannot be bothered, for now.

I am running late, but I made some time just for this post. Because I cannot be bothered for now. Pam-pam! yellow bike

Quadruple nil

I am a special agent. Of course, this an open invite to contradict me.

LATER EDIT: one day and so far no contradiction. My friends are clearly somewhere else in the blogosphere :)

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Copsa Mica, Romania, March 2009

Copsa Mica railway station

A lady is a lady, even in the gutter

There is a movie I have not watched!

I have watched this, and this and this. In love we are all terrorists

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Emergency Juliette and Chronic Romeo

I hate weddings, funerals and hospitals, but I am going to visit a friend there. I have already incorporated her situation into my spring depression.

In a different news thread, I might start writing again.

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Taking the short paper cuts

Everybody in my life is more or less leaving, and I need to reinvent myself, but I feel out of imagination and luck.

I don’t even remember how to upload pictures. cafeneaua actorilor Cluj

Monitor this

So what’s up with the 30 ron cover no drinks included and old tickets printed for a nominal value of 10 ron?

Self definition

A tiger is a cat. Therefore a tiger always lands on his feet. Plus a tiger knows how to swim. A tiger is a dog personality feline.

Dreams are coming back

Have you seen Narco? the quirky surreal comedy populated with eccentric characters?

Somehow unsurprisingly, I had my own stress related dreams.

Have you ever seen the sea from the, say, ninth floor? You know I have spent all my late childhood at the ninth floor from where I could see clearly over the four-stories blocks all the way to the city limits and then further to the landing strip where there were the four tiny old white utilitarian airplanes almost always waiting to spray the fields.

So, as I was waking up today in my dream I could see the sea, like right there under the brink of my window and going the length all the way into the horizon. Chemicals were rushing into my brain and the cocktail was roller costing me through, from admiration to anxiety, from being withing a wetted concrete structure to not being supposed to float, from security and comfort to the imminence of disaster.

I guess this dream was about the management of change.

Modern dilemma with running nose and cold feet

Stay inside where it’s chilly or go outside where it’s sneezy?