Visions / hallucinations

Where the traveller goes, nobody knows....

Where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows..

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands, 

You can almost smell his revenge, 

And whoever he is after, it will be disaster, 

This man is gonna take them to the very end..

With this man I must talk, with this traveller I'll go, 

With this man I must talk, yes, with him I must go..

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands, 

I can almost smell his revenge, 

And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster, 

This man is gonna take me to the very end,

And they were never seen again!...

drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!..

"listen up, everybody! here's to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life and ruined any and all chances of happiness. drink up!"

post-realism

“the big thing in movies this year was 3d movies. some people don’t like 3d; i love 3d – but full disclosure, i also think headaches are dope, so i’m a little bit biased. some people do like 3d too much though, they're like 'oh, man.. i just saw a movie in 3d, it looked so real! i just saw this movie in 3d, it looked so real!..' you know what else looks real? movies! any movie that came out recently, it looks real! i mean, Julie & Julia looks real, like, i don't watch that movie and go like, 'psshh, those aren't people! those aren’t pots and pans! no one’s really sauteeing butter in that scene!..’ it looks real. you know what doesn't look real though? Clash of the Titans, Alice in Wonderland and Avatar! those movies look like video games!"

of the olive-colored voice..

"..I sing your restless longing for the statue,

your fear of the feelings that await you in the street.
I sing the small sea siren who sings to you,
riding her bicycle of corals and conches.

But above all I sing a common thought
that joins us in the dark and golden hours.
The light that blinds our eyes is not art.
Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords..

..May fingerprints of blood on gold
streak the heart of eternal Catalunya.
May stars like falconless fists shine on you,
while your painting and your life break into flower.."

--Federico García Lorca

black holes & revelations

Oo baby don't you know I suffer, oo baby can't you hear me moan? You caught me under false pretences, how long before you let me go? Oooo you set my soul alight!.. Glaciers melting in the dead of night and the superstars sucked into the supermassive..

I thought I was a fool for no one, oo baby I'm a fool for you!.. You're the Queen of the superficial, how long before you tell the truth?

Ooooo you set my soul alight!.. Glaciers melting in the dead of night and the superstars sucked into the supermassive.. You're a supermassive black hole!.. Supermassive black hole!.. Supermassive black hole!...

giving in to De Stijl / before and after

I've lived to bury my desires,

and see my dreams corrode with rust.

Now all that's left are fruitless fires,

that burn my empty heart to dust.

-- Aleksandr Pushkin

hi..

'I've had to say goodbye more times than I would have liked. But everyone can say that. And no matter how many times we do it, even when it's for the greater good, it stinks. And though we'll never forget what we've given up, we owe it to ourselves to keep moving forward. What we can't do is to live our lives always afraid of the next goodbye, because chances are, they're not going to stop. The trick is to recognize when a goodbye can be a good thing. When it's a chance to start again.'

--Betty Suarez