“now there's no sound except the wind,
the needle leans down on 100,
wind-burned eyeballs strain to see down the center line,
no room at all for mistakes,
that's when the strange music starts,
the edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” hunter s. thompson
um dia trouxe para casa um cão da rua a que chamei "stalker" e que, ingenuamente acreditei que poderiamos ficar juntos. nao pudémos...
a tiny town on the outskirts of “the zone”, a wilderness area which has been cordoned off by the governement. stalker, works as a guide to bring people in and out of “the zone”, to a room, which is said to grant the deepest innermost wishes... residual effects of an unnamed occurrence have transformed a mundane rural area scattered with ruined buildings into an area where the normal laws of physics are no longer apply...
marianne:...what are you doing? ferdinard:...[looking at the mirror] looking at myself. marianne:...and what do you see? ferdinard:...the face of a man who's driving towards a cliff at 100 km/h. marianne:...[turns the mirror towards herself] i see a woman who is in love .................with the man who's driving towards a cliff at 100 km/h. ferdinard:...so let's kiss.
daddy? yes, son. what does regret mean? well son, the funny thing about regret is that it's better to regret something you have done than to regret something that you haven't done
and by the way, if you see your mom this weekend, will you be sure and tell her... satan satan satan!!!! butthole surfers: “sweat loaf”
no alto da montanha pertinho lá do céu havia um castelinho aonde um rei viveu de lá se via o céu se via a terra ao longe o mar no alto da montanha quem me dera lá morar
.......................................... “1,000 years from now there will be no guys and no girls, just wankers. ...sounds great to me” mark "rent-boy" renton
musica: "deep blue day" brian eno foto: trainspotting
that all my destinations will accept the one that's me so I can breath . . . got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul so it goes... . . . . . i'm alive excertos de: "guaranteed" eddie vedder
“i want you, and i want you to want me to want you
but i don't need you
don't need you to need me to need you
that's just me
so take me or leave me
but please don't need me
don't need me to need you to need me
cos we're here one minute, the next we're dead
so love me and leave me
but try not to need me
enough said
i want you, but i don't need you
[...]
so i'm gonna leave you, and I'd like you to leave me to leave you
but lover believe me, it isn't because i don't need you
(you know I don't need you)
all i wanted was to be wanted but
you're drowning me deep in your need to be needed
la la la
la la la la la la la la la
“one more early morning one more late afternoon once more you're out in the wind and once more you come in too soon
it's a long road, oh man and it's a hard road you wanna make sure to make all the friends that you can make you ain't worth much more to them than the worth of what you give and the worth of what you take
in this old ritual of compassion well, you just fail and fall behind now you're running seems to be running you're running out of time
you know it ain't love no, you know it ain't love unless it's eating you alive when you're in your bed at night
no, you know it ain't love you know there can't be no love unless it comes howlin' out of you then you know the time is right
ah you wait so long and now you don't know now you don't know what to do except to pray for your love to come returning on back to you
you dry out with all of this bitterness and fear and with every passing year nothing's really real to you except this pain that you feel
you will come to realize that you had your day someday oh so long ago when somebody came a-calling at your door and you pretend that you were not home
now you're running you're running you're running out of time” madrugada "running out of time"
fiz uma pequena mochila e fui dormir na roulote junto ao mar
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they dress well, eat well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they have moments of grief but all in all they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they die it is an easy death, usually in their sleep.
you may not believe it but such people do exist.
but I am not one of them. oh no, I am not one of them, I am not even near to being one of them
but they are there . . . . . and I am here. by charles bukowski