This new post doesn’t mean that I’m back… it doesn’t mean anything actually. Sunday morning plan: “We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it.” (George Bernard Shaw) I will only stick to those bedtime stories from now on, everything is going to change and this time I’m gone for good. That’s not a threat, but a way of saying that everything continues on its own course.

Colour everything… even when it’s not sunny!

I’m not born for one corner, the whole world is my native land.
At last the anchor was up, the sails were set and off we glided!

My own medicine for melancholy, infinite part:
Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. ___ Inside every cynical person there is a disappointed and not so conscious idealist. ___ I love those chaotic sounds and escapism. ___ ‘Positive heroes’ are almost always cliches, copies of copies, until the model is exhausted. ___ When I see professional clowns, mimes or people who make ballon animals, I think of their relatives and how disappointed they must be. ___ In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted. ___ Nobody has really figured out why we can’t go straight. ___Two more days until the final lobotomy. ___ I’m not even nervous.

Sunny spells don’t often happen in autumn, but there is a shade of smile on her face which crisscrosses her mind like a restless angry ocean. This band is great, also check the lovely Chapel Song and paint your smile to shine my eyes.

There have been joys too great to be described in words and there have been griefs upon which I have not dared to dwell. The only known preventive measure is a nurturing, emotionally stimulating and expressive caregiving environment… but then again, where can you find this?! Whatever, I don’t care.

ND: here’s the final part of the story of an emotional reckless clown. It’s easy to love someone when they’re doing well, it’s easy when there’s nothing but happiness and good vibes. The real challenge comes when everything is crap. You’re not a fun person to be around, people are screening your number and you’re a damn social pariah. The lyrics are great and although I’m under surveillance, I will finish this and restart that.

The gap between thinking and feeling: put your hand on my heart and feel what I’m thinking. It’s meaningless…

UND DAS IST DIE NEUE GESCHICHTE
L i c k y o u r w o u n d s a n d s t a n d t a l l

Să fi jurat că sufletul e, și el, un animal cu plămâni și nări, că are nevoie de mult oxigen
și că se înăbușă în praf și printre prea numeroase răsuflări.