Pe undeva, pe undeva daca ar fi posibilă o acumulare de mâl şi coroniţe sclipitoare, scuipate cu vopsea reflectorizantă şi prenandez cu efecte perverse, o îngrămadeală de castori spulberaţi de ape şi baricade din bambus roase de nerăbdare, si daca si daca toata aceasta masă colcăitoare ar creste si s-ar umfla si ar atinge tavanul testei, împingându-l tot mai sus, asemenea unui capac sub presiune, o boaba de porumb expandata, gata sa pocneasca si sa ricoseze în costelatii de ramasite osoase, spulberate, împinse de neînduplecatul curent celebral, câte o constelatie pentru fiecare zodie de bilă si flegmă, bucati de teasta înfipte bine în tavanul mucilaginos al mintii asa cum, asa cum, cu picioarele bine înfipte în pamânt ti se pare ca ai putea vreodata cere ceva pentru tine.

The Hippogriff and the Blue Bird

Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail round the high-pooped galleys, as they do on the delightful maps of those ages when books on geography were actually readable. Dragons will wander about the waste places, and the Phoenix will soar from her nest of fire into the air. We shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad`s head. Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be. But before this comes to pass we must cultivate the lost art of Lying.

Oscar Wilde

"Este inutil să fim nostalgici: am întemeiat un alt mod de organizare, care a creat un sistem liniar, ireversibil acolo unde existau formă circulară, circuit, reversibilitate. Trăim şi apoi murim, iar acesta este cu adevărat sfârşitul".

Jean Baudrillard

They gave me a medal for dreaming of you. But that won`t solve much since we`re not in the army and glory isn`t what it used to be. They say, just stick your head into a subject and it will reveal itself to you. I say stick to yourself and reveal nothing. Anger and wisdom, what a comic mixture of bad faith and good humor. Since sounds are just shivering air, i tremble with anticipation knowing that, in the face of disaster, we are all the same. Booom.

why does my heart feel so bad...

"Your soul bored itself into mine as a worm into an apple, and it ate and ate and burrowed and burrowed until nothing was left but the outside shell and a little black dust".

"Sunt un ghem de substanţă iritabilă."