пора интеллектуального блядства завершилась интеллектуальным выкидышем

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@музыка: весна сурганова&оркестр

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большая домашняя кулинария

@музыка: chevelle

@настроение: we last because we're colorful

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С Божьей Помощью (=

В один прекрасный день понимаешь, что рестораны /кафе/едальни, чужое угощение и прочая лабудень тупо не сообразны взыскательным требованиям и
наступает момент прозрения,
и
даже процесс разморозки мяса, вызывавший ранее пресно-напыщенное "фи", призван станет отринуть из главы вдовствующий диалог реплик типа "мясо, кем ты было до того , как обагрить мои руки своей кровью?".

Да , этот день может настать после пары вечеров работы в баре или дегустации собственного производства нежнейшей выпечки, но мама родная, как себя после этого Осознания позволить затащить в кабак?))
Да здравствует Эра П. Г. (Постоянной Готовки))) а лучше З.П. (Здорового Питания))
...А может просто наконец достигло критической отметки хотение хоть в чем-то не зависеть от чужого мнения и чужих вкусов.

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моб 2010: советуем мне по книжице, а я обязуюсь.
с подачи  Дели

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так странно проснулась: будто вынырнула из глубокой бездны сна, судорожно и резко втянув воздух

на улице было громко-автомобильно и темно


а дни назад , безмерно далекие, но со "вчерашним" привкусом , к четырём утра уже светало, по-птичьему звонко.


Но нынче темень в 5.30, и редкие вспыхи фар.


иду по улицам, мокрым и очень призрачным, туман втягивается обратно в
придорожный лес, зазывая с собой вязкий сигаретный дымок,
сопротивляющийся и взлохмачиваемый в рассветном небе


офис тёмен и тих, а в бассейне как всегда очень гулко и холодно.

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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@музыка: leave rustle

@настроение: fairy

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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100% me

@настроение: questionable

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74% Helena Bonham Carter

80% :


76% :


74% :

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native views

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prize-priсe-prison

if i would be an author of know-how books admittedly, i could write smth like "100 ways to lose people who declared their love"
i know the answer, trust me)

herbality

@настроение: skittish

@темы: design

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paris-limoges

depression is a permanent state of 9 of 10 men in paris. or was, when sagan wrote her sun in cold water (or smth like that). And i really appreciate books written in a manner "of yours" - that particular way, in which you could write them by yourself. the mood of the main hero is very natural, described with the words of professional, who knows what he is talking about. And there's still a place for light and "mild" humor.) - when you smile because of hero's own grin.. when you feel like falling in love with these texts, situations... lyrics, i'd say, inspite of them being reproduced in prose. and the thing is - inspiring while reading. you begin to smile ironically upon yourself. you look into the mirror and see a lot like pleased face) shining eyes, full of kindness and peace of mind. not that idle inactive peace, but that which is the base 4 life.
thank you, fransuaza

@настроение: sunny

@темы: literature

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expressions

some times ago when a seditious thought about unfaithfulness and betrayal attacked — the next step crashed, i sprained my ankle, a deep caugh could grip me by healthy throat, random fly dived into the eye, ..., well, smth unpleasant and sudden happened.
now i begin to stumble, to slosh coffee on the floor, to feel unexpected ache — when i produce a low opinion of her.. but i can't get it. because she earns this punishing thoughts.. and not only thoughts, even.


hate these fucking "anorektiks"

@музыка: rain drops

@настроение: questionable

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i'm on a plain

just want to sleep several hours a day, to hurry up, to be late, to complain about lack of time, to make plans, to watch them ruined, to kiss, to solve problems, to cry of pain, to understand my fault, to laugh, to face hardships... just want to live

but i sit inside it all, doing nothing, feeding memories of real experience and worries and inventing troubles by myself. current idea - to take the responsibility 4 new document fabrication. so, no one objects, that's why i am leaving this friendly window 4 new stupid excel battle.

but it seems that this giant called Work was anyways invented by people to occupy their time... with anything. the longer we live - the faster madness and abstract mind grow

@музыка: escape myself

@настроение: dumb

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4 whom the moon doth shine

when you love noone, there's nothing to lose, says mr Beigbeder.
certainly, but
what do these words mean? 'love noone' because there's noone to love? 'noone' because you just r not able to love at all? 'love noone' at this particular moment?
and what is this 'nothing', that can't be lost? nothing is something by its own: it is that very combination of already created senses and descriptions of it. variety of words, feelings and interpretations. Remembering Shannon's suspicious cipher theory, this nothing can not be this concrete nothing...
let us change our tastes in words and senses to try new general conscience of explanations. the same 4 everybody: to understand each other... ? to understand ourselves.


i do not love her because i am afraid she's got her satisfaction

@музыка: nouvelle vague - escape myself

@настроение: very ape

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under construction

thoughts are drifting in our heads, but sometimes they don't come... (C)

morning walks to the office create ideas & opinions under "to be posted" sign, but where do they post themselves when steps r finished and 44 ass is placed on its seat-in-law?
what was it, that had visited head and left it through the 2nd ear? or through the morning cup of coffee. or through the working process (which actually just pretends to be working).

btw, when u r surrounded by people loosing their weight and those who already lost it (even in half!!), it's impossible to feel good. if u r not among them, of course.

new maratKa

@музыка: scream

@настроение: double trouble

@темы: heads, design

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i started a joke

don't give a f*ck about the reason
who cares, anyways

god bless ya, who ever u r!

p.s. some seasons' sweets:
september
closer
weekends

@музыка: none

@настроение: dumb

@темы: introduction, links