27.2.13

:: só descan---ço---------------na-------------------tempestade

......................................tomZe06trat
quero ser o riso e o dente | quero ser o dente e a faca | quero ser a faca e o corte | em um só beijo vermelho
fiz meu berço na viração | eu só descanço na tempestade | só adormeço no furacão | eu sou a raiva e a vacina
procura de pecado e conselho | espaço entre a dor e o consolo | a briga entre a luz e o espelho
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fiz meu berço na viração | eu só descanço na tempestade | só adormeço no furacão
tomZe02trat
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espaço entre a dor e o consolo

22.2.13

:: make room

Blixa1
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my idea of destructivity correspond with walter benjamin’s. he wrote an essay titled “the destructive character” in which he said, “the destructive character is cheerfull and friendly and knows only one motto: make room.” blixa bargeld, [abaut ‘sehnsucht’]my room c texto nota: clique no 'play' verde

6.2.13

:: truth

i'm going to paraphrase thoreau here...
rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness...
give me truth.”
jon krakauer, into the wild

:: #03 > just...

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pathetic

:: #02 > i just...

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just want you happy and naked

:: #01 > just...

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patience

2.2.13

:: drink wine with charles

charles bukowski i've never been lonely. i've been in a room -- i've felt suicidal. i've been depressed. i've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but i never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. in other words, loneliness is something i've never been bothered with because i've always had this terrible itch for solitude. it's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that i might feel loneliness. i'll quote ibsen, "the strongest men are the most alone." i've never thought, "well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and i'll feel good." no, that won't help. you know the typical crowd, "wow, it's friday night, what are you going to do? just sit there?" well, yeah. because there's nothing out there. it's stupidity. stupid people mingling with stupid people. let them stupidify themselves. i've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. i hid in bars, because i didn't want to hide in factories. that's all. sorry for all the millions, but i've never been lonely. i like myself. i'm the best form of entertainment i have. let's drink more wine!”
por charles bukowski
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30.1.13

:: sãosócoisas*


é só a musica que dá nome ao blog sãosócoisas
leva qualquer eu a meu dia dá-me paz eu só quero estar bem foi só mais um quarto uma cama no meu sonho era tudo o que eu queria quando alguém deixar de viver aqui espera que ao voltar seja para ti nada vai ser fácil nunca foi quando alguém deixar de te dar amor pensa que há quem viva do teu calor hoje é só um dia e vai voltar amanhã e não foi assim que o tempo nos fez e fez assim com todos nós e não foi assim que a razão nos amou e fez assim com todos nós são coisas são coisas são só coisas são coisas se uma voz nos diz que é viver em vão pra que raio fiz eu esta canção e se o fim é certo eu quero estar cá amanhã e não foi assim que o tempo nos fez e fez assim com todos nós e não foi assim que a razão nos amou e fez assim com todos nós são coisas são coisas são só coisas são coisas eu estou bem quase tão bem vê como é bom voltar a dizer eu estou bem quase tão bem vê como é bom voltar a dizer eu estou quase a viver"

*este é um post propenso (adj. disposto, inclinado. que mostra tendência para qualquercoisa) a desaparecer em...

26.12.12

:: rocha bruta [fragas de s. simão - escalada]

amanhã vou... f de s simao - tira imagens objecto©xserra sobre fotografias de não sei quem
fragas de s. simão

...80 escaláveis metros de pura bruta rocha sobre água mole e cristalina

24.12.12

5.12.12

:: 18 carrots

...e a vadia da [in]sónia que teima em não sair do quarto:
já me deixei de carneiros a saltar cercas e nem a contar
cenouras pra coelhos me faz sequer bocejar e já vou em 18!!!


xanax, alguém tem???

30.11.12

:: boca doce [post postado no facebook]


agora vou só ali comer umas torradas e beber leite com chocolate (é da marca "nesquik").
mas como esta coisa não é o "twitter" (que é aquele do passarinho azul) devia estar mas é
calado e parar com esta coisa de contar às pessoas cada movimento (mesmo que um piscar
de olhos involuntário) que faça. isto porque nem aqui nem em lugar nenhum isso deveria ser
uma opção... mas é, eu sei!

...

afinal não havia chocolate para o leite da "nesquik" e teve de ser "suchard express"!...
desculpe-me a sociedade, por isto e por contar aqui, neste extraordinário meio de
(des)comunicação, toda a porra dos meus movimentos e vida desinteressante.


nota#1: post postado no facebook

nota#2: passo todas as publicidades possíveis

19.11.12

:: Lx/NY comics

aplica-se a lx tb.
agora tenho de ir trabalhar (pav. atlantico numa coisa chamada “jason mraz”) que se faz tarde.

video de alessandro grespan

o rio do sapo podia ser o porco tejo e a estátua a do marquês.
só o Miles é que é insubstituível e não poderia ser mais ninguém.
adeus meus senhores e senhoras, passem todos muito bem.


o comércio tradicional deseja-vos um bom natal

nota: no editing or other tricks, just 2 youtube videos played at the same time

28.10.12

:: acerto de contas [com as horas?]

...nem que seja com o tempo que perde uma hora hoje

nobody knows everything
we know this to be true
everything is difficult
except what's in front of you
but it's complicated even under your nose
bullshit math equations
and your highs and your lows
and your manic depression
it comes and it goes
your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
and you're in fight-or-flight mode

how's the world so small when the world is so large?
and what made the world, could i please speak to who's in charge?
everything is real but it's also just as fake
from your daughter's birthday party to your grandmother's wake
and your bi-polar illness, it comes and it goes
you parasympathetic nervous system reacts
and you're in fight or flight
you're in fight or flight
you're in fight or flight mode

i've tried to know which words to sing so many times
and i've tried to know which chords to play
and i've tried to make it rhyme
and i've tried to find the key that all good songs are in
and i've tried to find the notes to make that great resounding din

but there's a bad man in everyone
no matter who we are
there's a rapist and a nazi living in our tiny hearts
child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too
there's someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you

so here's to you, mrs. robinson
people love you more, oh nevermind,
oh nevermind in fucking fact, mrs. robinson
the world won't care whether you live or die, live or die
in fucking fact, mrs. robinson,
they probably hate to see your stupid face,
your stupid face so here's to you, mrs. robinson,
you live in an unforgiving place.”

23.9.12

:: já chega

...agora vou ver pornographia com "ph" como a farmacia de antigamente e sem acordo ortrographicuo

:: let's get lost


enrugado assim... quase "almost blue"

:: tantas coisas pelo meio...

um dia actualizo

18.5.12

26.4.12

:: m.e.r.d.a.!

merda
objecto©xserra
foto: ?

18.3.12

:: ? i love to love ?


björk [first recorded song]
oh i love to love
but my baby just loves to dance
he wants to dance, he loves to dance, he's got to dance
oh i love to love
but my baby just loves to dance
oh i love to love
but there's no time for our romance
no no no oh

oh i love to love
but my baby just loves to dance

the minute the band begins to swing it
he's on his feet to dig it
and dance the night away
stop i'm spinning like a top
we'll dance until we drop
but if i had my way

oh i love to love
but my baby just loves to dance
he wants to dance, he loves to dance, he's got to dance
oh i love to love
but my baby just loves to dance
oh i love to love
but he won't give our love a chance
no no no oh

oh i love to love
but my baby just loves to dance

stop i'm spinning like a top
we'll dance until we drop
but if i had my way
sundown instead of going downtown
we'll stay at home and get down
to what i'm tryin' to say

oh i love to love
but my baby just loves to dance yeah yeah
yes he does...ooh...get down...oh..."

16.2.12

:: i don't wanna


musica/letra: tom waits "i don't wanna grow up" bone machine
video: jim jarmusch

when i'm lyin' in my bed at night
i don't wanna grow up
nothin' ever seems to turn out right
i don't wanna grow up
how do you move in a world of fog
that's always changing things
makes me wish that i could be a dog
when i see the price that you pay
i don't wanna grow up
i don't ever wanna be that way
i don't wanna grow up

seems like folks turn into things
that they'd never want
the only thing to live for
is today
i'm gonna put a hole in my tv set
i don't wanna grow up
open up the medicine chest
and i don't wanna grow up
i don't wanna have to shout it out
i don't want my hair to fall out
i don't wanna be filled with doubt
i don't wanna be a good boy scout
i don't wanna have to learn to count
i don't wanna have the biggest amount
i don't wanna grow up

well when i see my parents fight
i don't wanna grow up
they all go out and drinking all night
and i don't wanna grow up
i'd rather stay here in my room
nothin' out there but sad and gloom
i don't wanna live in a big old tomb
on grand street

when i see the 5 o'clock news
i don't wanna grow up
comb their hair and shine their shoes
i don't wanna grow up
stay around in my old hometown
i don't wanna put no money down
i don't wanna get me a big old loan
work them fingers to the bone
i don't wanna float a broom
fall in love and get married then boom
how the hell did i get here so soon
i don't wanna grow up