a dime for my thoughts?_

a backwards valentine story

backwards valentine mixtape http://www.2shared.com/file/na_hjtjY/backwards_valentine.html

yeah, sex was great. but only because it had the this-is-the-last-time pendulum hanging upon it like a kinky guillotine. post break-up sex - the vaccines

then, you ran a few days back to unleash the scream of finally getting rid of one another. ciao! - lush

it was certain that sooner or later the break up bitterness would turn into a cynical statement. don’t gotta work this out - fitz & the tantrum

but, going back to the days you spent together, isn’t it difficult to believe you could have stand alone? who’s gonna save your soul now? - gnarls barkley

just to reach 3 days of crying and realising there’s no happy way to ending hey, that’s no way to say goodbye - leonard cohen

although - you must admit - the night was perfect, the light was dim and you were all ready for rejection i just came to tell you that i’m going - jarvis cocker & kid loco

anyway, Thursdays were full of hatred and sexless mornings i hate you - doe eye

and on Wednesdays the jokes were hitting the ground laughless-ly i’m getting sick of you - le butcherettes

it was neither’s fault and neither’s gain it’s not you it’s me - coconut records

but how did you ever get to need these pointless blah-blah-blahs of wishes? i want you but i don’t need you - momus

when in the future, all you wanted was just you two all i want is you - u2

when your Thursdays would be all promises of eternity lovesong - adele (the cure cover)

and the sky would seem so much more than just sky the stars just blink for us - say hi

front to the days when love was the unit to measure time fistful of love - anthony & the johnsons

and passion had a cheesy, shrill voice to tout whole lotta love - michael kiwanuka (led zeppelin cover)

about your newly jointed joy happy together - tahiti80

your pink every day rendezvous le temps de l’amour - francoise hardy

Panting to the first night you (didn’t) sleep together let’s fall asleep together - teen daze

to swollen lips and eaten up flesh gimme a kiss - madi diaz

again in this room with the awkward arms thrown around modern love - bloc party

pounding pounding pounding with blood you turn me on - beat happening

now all you have to do is say I want you act on impulse - we were promised jetpacks

because you thought I like you, I want you what i want and what i need - inspired and the sleep

because you both found all there is to the night the way you look tonight - bryan ferry

staggering and stumbling, your funny valentine my funny valentine - chet baker

now isn’t this what you call a happy ending?

My pathetic crime

Instant

Was, will and is

Stand still and watch

my question marks

my commas

and my quest

a self,  struggling to mix and match

as such;

was will and is

laugh

as they watch me

knit my Gordian knot

from after now till then

from being to be what’s been

until

it’s all an instant;

was will and is

please

let me out of this vicious play

I pray

And wait for the scissors with open hands

My poetic motive

this is what I read by…

thisiswhatisaw:

move forward into the space

where we used to know the future

the space

where the future used to be

moving slowly

crawling on my belly, they will remind me

laugh about the past

pull it all the way through to the present

at every stage, look back and say of course

you say no no no

i smile like i used to

before it wasn’t funny

to me

climb the next flight of stairs,

as though you know what’s at the top

open the door when you get there and

step inside and feel the newness wrap itself around you

let it wash over you like you expected it and then look out the

only window in the room and see the street

covered with rain

and say

of course. 

Entropy is a greek word

it occurs with all forms of energy

they are getting lost. Gone. Out. Hit the road. Energy is made to be used; and it is used to increase the chaos of the system.

Let’s take love, for instance. Inner energy with no measurement unit. It transforms to chemical energy in a kiss; kinetic energy with sex; life energy with kids.

Let’s take money, for instance. Financial energy with head-or-tails unit. It transforms to chemical energy through food-bought; kinetic energy through car-bought; to laugther through well-being- also bought;to all forms of energy through capitalism.

And, naturally, or at least as naturally as a financial social system can function, it leads to chaos. it can not be brought back to its initial form of energy. Drunk cocktails will not pay back. Gourmet food eaten will not pay back. Well being of yesterday will not pay back. Lifestyle will not become euros. No matter how much one tries.

Entropy is greek after all. Chaos too.

Dumb living instructions for heavy smart phone users

(right out of a 2012 brochure, advertising the innumerable capabilities of the human mind that are about to lose the battle to the innumerable iphone apps)

Follow the instrustions reverently, to discover a whole new world beyond the palm of your hand:

1. Keep your “smart” device out of reach of your hand - on a higher shelf, or the top of the refrigerator.

2. Close your eyes and count down from 100 to zero.

3. At number 92, Thought District, right by the mailbox, you will find a skein of red thread. Pull the thread.

4. At the first knot you will find, the first thought will flush your inner being. It may be the vision of a fat lady shopping Xlarge amounts of cereals in the discount market. It may be the cousin that used to pull your ponytail at the time you lost your first couple of teeth. It may be a reminiscent of a smell of a woman you were in love with two years ago. But, most probably, it will be an instagram photo, a thought about a tweet or a tweet about a thought, or even a thought that would make a great tweet. If, in any case, your knot resembles a server, quit and look for the next one.

5. After you have found your first ‘out-of-web-knot-of-thought’ follow it and discover all the opportunities and knowledge your own mind can offer you, your own search engine. Going from one knot to the other, will offer a great trip through memory, perception and newly born sensations.

6. An example of a knot-path: pile of blank cds - mixtape for vacation - father’s cassettes - sleeping in the car - smell of tree car freshener - Seven - fat - diet…

7. Let it flow and enjoy endless combinations of thoughts, ideas and inspiration your mind hides in its complicated circuit.

If you experience any kind of problem during the thinking process, please visit our troubleshooting web page

(add laughs)

Mr. H. was born happy. Invested in happiness. Took his smile from place to place and made people laugh. To tears. Mr. H. inhabited people like a parasite and made their brains twist. He was generous, smart and out-going.

Mr. H. wandered around the city in bars. Hanged out with the cool guys. Everyone wanted his company. He was treated the best cigars. The best cocktails. The best joints. Joy.

Mr. H. was never tired. He was partying all day long. He was the Apple of Discord in our threesome. He was the boss we all wanted to be. He was among us. He was above us.

Mr. H. at some point was overfed. Overfed with caviar, fast cars, beautiful women, overdrunk on viognier and pinot. He realised he got a bitter metallic taste in his mouth. The taste of exaggeration. He decided to stay home.

People got sad. The tests were disappointing.

Mr. Humor’s got a tumor.

Unfortunately, according to the new austere measures, no public health system will be present to save him.

Humor’s dead. Long live the laugh

comedy catharsis : give it a romantic twist!

when the last one falls

there will be no plastic upholstery to remind us

of us

when the last one falls off the wall

we will walk

side by side on a different ray of light

to form a new day

but most certainly a darker night

a macrocosm of moist cheeks

forgiveness and regrets

to surround our sole sphere of loneliness

when the last one falls

we will walk

into our own black hole

we will name it red star ‘cause that’s how it’s called in a novel I read

and stand forever still

in literary inertia.

me two

(the crowd applauds)

enter the two opponents on stage.

The Physical Self has a reputation to hold on to. Obligation. Target. He’s voted for Republicans. He has a life to support. He needs to win. He needs to survive.

The Phychological Self has the dream. Not the will to beat the Physical Self. Just the dream of achieving the dream. She enters the arena loosely, with the vague look of a vamp, ready to allure all. She insidiously carries all worries.

Let the fight begin: To unravel violent punches and erotic hugs. The rhythm of dancing leading to the rythm of killing - one another. Like passionate lovers, furious enemies or two strangers sharing an instant of common misery.

She brings on stress. He fights back with swollen gums.

She answers with thoughts flooding the arena on a mindful cataclysm. He gives her insomnia.

Bell rings. Noone listens to it.

And they keep fighting a self-destructive fight.

Later, if they are lucky, noone will win. They will be sitting on the arena, hurt, silent, with their hearts recovering from the loud beat of panting and some drops of blood as a savage reminiscent. They will be looking at each other with sympathy. They’ll have this unutterable feeling that they made it.

They will have gιven each other the happy ending of living.

God bless faith

Because faith makes you believe that:

1.       Paradise exists

2.       He/she won’t cheat on you

3.       You won’t cheat on him/her

4.       When you cheat on him/her, he/she will never find out

5.       Even if he/she does find out, he/she will forgive you.

6.       When he/she leaves you, you will find a better one.

7.       Working out will help you find a better one.

8.       Working out did held you find a better one.

9.       This one is surely a better one, because…

10.   Repeating the steps from (2) to (9) you will achieve (1)

Good luck with faith

Keep it up ‘cause faith makes perfect.

(If you reach paradise first, please tell them I didn’t mean all these and contact me in my dreams to replace Jesus’s photo with the regular, beardy one)