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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 02:31:00 GMT

I have a friend I've never seen
He hides his head inside a dream
Someone should call him and see if he can come out,
Try to lose the gang that he's found.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:16:05 GMT

http://www.last.fm/music/Morel/_/The+Stoning+Of+Steven

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:16:48 GMT

I quit. Back in March! Enjoy my friends in my absence. I'll be working.

wtf?

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 04:26:52 GMT

5 И, возведя Его на высокую гору, диавол показал Ему все царства вселенной во мгновение времени,6 и сказал Ему диавол: Тебе дам власть над всеми сими [царствами] и славу их, ибо она предана мне, и я, кому хочу, даю ее; 7 итак, если Ты поклонишься мне, то всё будет Твое. 8 Иисус сказал ему в ответ: отойди от Меня, сатана; написано: Господу Богу твоему поклоняйся, и Ему одному служи.
Луки 4, Нового Завета, Библия

5 The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6 And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7 So if you worship me, it will all be yours."
8 Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'"
Luke 4, New Testament, the Bible

funny

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:47:30 GMT

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:00:21 GMT

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
7:49 pm - moto
Наконец добрался до мотоцикла и начал его понемножку чинить. А то все работа-работа, а на выходных меня тут нет. Всего за каких-то пол-часа поменял разбитый поворотник. Из них каких-то 5 минут менял поворотник, и каких-то 25 минут выуживал из недр мотоцикла упавшую туда гайку. Выудил. Перемазался как... как... как автомеханик. И что я мотоциклом делаю, что он у меня внутри такой грязный?
Теперь бы еще как-нибудь совместить свое свободное время и время когда мастерская открыта чтобы рукоятки выровнять/поменять... А то уже кататься охота, а лето проходит...

via: goga

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Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:48:54 GMT

Philip Nikolayev

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:07:42 GMT

Middling to mother-rocking
Mediterranean breeze.
Minstrelsy in the echoes
of the heart's bell tower.
Refractory angst gullible
Elviswise, of Cinderella:
watch it man gratuitously
the unmannable meringue.
Metanondescriminasturbation
is the buzz word of the day
if you're really smart
and, like me, into culture.
Intellectuals engage semi-intellectuals
in no end of hesitation waltzes.
Destabilization filters the lowly
proximate ends of finality
across coexistent tonality
into the sphere of my mind's palm.

Day in, day out,
Maxim Hugh Gorky Jr., Crystal Clerics Inc.,
the familial context mistaken at face value,
certain powerful embellishments of hair style,
hair today and hair tomorrow, and hair beyond,
Hot Water Supplier General,
Hot Water Supplier Particular,
Street, Park Area and Sidewalk Water Supplier,
Boris Yeltsin Godunov Boyscout Bisque Special,
Burger King's Cheese Double Decker Whopper Deal
Du Jour, toujours with extra large fries to go,
a raincoat and an umbrella, wicker, handburger,
eyeburger, lipburger, brainburger, mindburger,
Ye Caravans of High Hope and Other Stories,
your punch-drunk buddy waxing vicepresidential,
Social Stigma and Sons, classes by themselves,
current croutons and earlier croutons,
borscht, bullshit and casserole of your choice,
the madame who welshed and her male accomplices,
faint vacillating administrations
in a web of stark financial disaster,
whispering property rights
in the teeth of a shrinking securities market,
an ever-expanding set of opportunities,
a never-ending stream of opportunities,
Hick Yam Cutler Waits, his impact on drama,
his impact upon the imaginative self,
his impact upon himself and his tough
almost complete aura of guru and god,
mayo, papa, this newsletter and the binoculars,
rain, tinfoil, malt, amber and patterned dreams,
their communistic implications,
Jaques Derrierrida, critical legal studies,
the serpents of oblivion, their crawling ways,
their tarnished, varnished, crushed, soft
distinguishing marks, unpardonable locutions,
the silence of locusts in a valley,
cellos with arms like statues', a twang of sitar,
flowers reminiscent of demons and little else,
flowers reminiscent of demons in little vases,
a fragrance reminiscent of nothing in particular,
as also your goblet's intrinsic sparkle,
myself, eighteen elephantine trunks,
and, needless to say, the swift
familiar deer of Alaska,
all approached without prejudice
and with an OK frame of reference,
are decidedly damnngam cool!
Each a stroke of nothing but genius.

Emparloured ladies pay their debt
to the late T. S. Eliot.

Frolicky like kroliki,
they warble thus: You listen to us -
for most everybody digs this;
for he who wagers all, conquers everything;
for every cool rover should know
that we'll stand behind him, I guess,
and/or know that we'll help clean up his mess;
for we are the ladies at Bonus Plus;
just call us. They drive me nuts. Anyways.
Stay cool, Tom S.E., write soon! They sing:
Subcult is a great sub
sonuvabitch, - to which I most gladly subscribe -
Yrs eminently postmodern
and deadly, Philip Nikolayev

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Sun, 01 Nov 2009 13:00:57 GMT

16 Ибо так возлюбил Бог мир, что отдал Сына Своего Единородного, дабы всякий верующий в Него, не погиб, но имел жизнь вечную.
17 Ибо не послал Бог Сына Своего в мир, чтобы судить мир, но чтобы мир спасен был чрез Него.
18 Верующий в Него не судится, а неверующий уже осужден, потому что не уверовал во имя Единородного Сына Божия.
19 Суд же состоит в том, что свет пришел в мир; но люди более возлюбили тьму, нежели свет, потому что дела их были злы;
20 ибо всякий, делающий злое, ненавидит свет и не идет к свету, чтобы не обличились дела его, потому что они злы,
21 а поступающий по правде идет к свету, дабы явны были дела его, потому что они в Боге соделаны.

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:02:36 GMT

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:58:29 GMT

poured out the fish soup in the toilet, carp older then five days, i tried to reheat it for lunch. it was in my fridge over a week in a little stainless steel bowl, meat and everything. didn't taste bad, but i didn't quit feel like a fish in the sea to eat another fish. usually i am in the garden as a vegetable blooming in the sun, or at a pasture as a cow who chews on grass all day long.

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 18:05:27 GMT

Tupshin Harper, a fellow journalist, Virgo and currently Director of Engineering and Operations at LiveJournal in San Fransisco, wrote a "test" me e-mail to my Inbox. I am so suspicious to why..
Is my live or behaivor harmful or hurtful to anyone I know or don't? Is there something you guys are not telling me or someone I don't know, I cherish every friend and love all you guys..and everyone is equally important. I am just a lonely net.artist, and human being with feelings just like you. Tell me, Mr.Harper, why am I being your "test" subject?

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:32:15 GMT

May 24, 1980

I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages,
carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters,
lived by the sea, flashed aces in an oasis,
dined with the-devil-knows-whom, in tails, on truffles.
From the height of a glacier I beheld half a world, the earthly
width. Twice have drowned, thrice let knives rake my nitty-gritty.
Quit the country the bore and nursed me.
Those who forgot me would make a city.
I have waded the steppes that saw yelling Huns in saddles,
worn the clothes nowadays back in fashion in every quarter,
planted rye, tarred the roofs of pigsties and stables,
guzzled everything save dry water.
I've admitted the sentries' third eye into my wet and foul
dreams. Munched the bread of exile; it's stale and warty.
Granted my lungs all sounds except the howl;
switched to a whisper. Now I am forty.
What should I say about my life? That it's long and abhors transparence.
Broken eggs make me grieve; the omelette, though, makes me vomit.
Yet until brown clay has been rammed down my larynx,
only gratitude will be gushing from it.

1980

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:13:45 GMT

Daily Expense Account, Day 1 (Cont.)

1 small coffee regular flavor, milk, sugar -1.39
1 black & mild little cigar -1.25
1 black & mild little cigar from last week -1.25

Total: -3.89$

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 08:28:48 GMT

Daily Expense Account, Day 1

small coffee brazillian flavor, cream, sugar - 1.19
large coffee dark mountain roast & heavenily blend - cream, sugar - 1.49
4 swisher sweet little cigars - 1.58 each w/tax - 6.32

Total - 9.00$

i've been hearing these voices..

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 22:59:17 GMT

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 16:56:55 GMT

Pictures from the festival:

little cabin on the lake to sleep in

holding my head up

bar at main stage where i didn't have a drink. there were two bars

main stage which i helped build

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 22:13:34 GMT

dreamy storytelling surreal and lyrical and yet an escape into the simple and with a touch of grotesque humor, they weave into the landscape of a mind so much unlike any journalism. creations from a wonderland somewhat folk, somewhat urbane, always theatrical with no pretense, sometimes a sketch, sometimes told by a fairy, well whom is behind my dad . maybe it's privacy at stake in an ever growing unity enforced through one journal or the next. nothing of this here - a free spirit at last, although a riddle at times, a growing readership never does wrong. :) open a page, and be surrounded in a magic flower shop one stands. birds chirp, butterflies flutter, get the picture. and the characters parade around in a variety of human folly. laugh or cry, this is one add of a journal.

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:09:18 GMT

joke

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 05:56:31 GMT

A priest, a rabbi and a minister walk into a bar. They start drinking, complaining loudly about the weather. Soon, an iman from a nearby mosque joins them, having just completed Friday's services. "Where you been?" they ask him. "I've been praying for weather like this," he says. The bartender throws all four of them out.

stolen from my facebook

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:52:40 GMT

Мишка на Грибах

via: fisher_e

Symphony Plaza East

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 07:39:29 GMT

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:42:41 GMT

posle

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 20:44:06 GMT

nikomu cegodnya nehocetsa zvonit' ili dazhe pisat' zdes' osobeno kogda v bashke takoi nervni tuman. yoga class utrom, obed' u mamashi v polden, bank i oblom - perevoda eco net.. kupil ne tu marku cigaret, vstreca na vecer s etim pacanom kotorogo ya ne mogu terpet' i kotori zvonit kazhdie pyat' minut uznat' ne pomenyalsya li plan,
i voobce custvuu zdes' tosku, i necego otvetit' valeku v moskve, plus perepadki v pogode, neponyatnaya vlazhnost v vozduhe, den' rozhden'ya stasa segodnya na kotoroe ne poidu, i dazhe ne pozvan'u pozdravit'.

atheneum building

Sun, 31 May 2009 04:25:47 GMT