Thursday, December 25, 2008

happy birthday to me

here we are, on the verge of Western civilization, forcing ourselves to feel something, anything, drinking martinis and playing fake guitars. fucking our ways to the end.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

o fanfara intreaga

cri: cand veniti
anca: vineri, sambata pe acolo
cri: na sa stiti ca aici va asteptam cu sule si trambite
anca: cu sule??
cri: nu asa se zice?!

Monday, December 8, 2008

brown sugar

anca: everlast sigur o fost in puscarie, ca asa arata
iulia: nu, n-o fost, ca e alb, si numai negrii merg la puscarie

Tuesday, December 2, 2008




i never (1) next to me
i always felt secure
but she killed like poison (2)
and i cried for more
i was falling (3)


First day at work

Big room, small people. Tied people. Ties of different colors, each matching its shirt. Large desks, wide screens, small people. High heels, labeled skirts, blond hair. Envy, ego. Boss fucks her, but courts the other one to make her jealous. He succeeds. Money makes the world go round. Big money. Lost track of 0s. Imported food. Asian food out of a plastic box. That`s where the market still stands. For now. Refrigerator full of coke. Diet coke and glue smelling yogurt. Lots of water. Lost track of glasses. Paper, contracts, numbers. Password. Vital. Virtual telephone, one sided headphone. Politeness. Merkler Parteifuehrer. Heil!