:: 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

:: 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

:: 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.”

:: i gave up on my species

:: 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

:: d.o.t.s

 ...no more boring [f]art

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

objecto©xserra
foto: ?

:: ? 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..."

:: 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

:: o caminho é por aqui...

:: t r u s t

excerto do filme: "trust" by hal hartley

:: o meu rock'enrole-ix [cirque du soleil]

:: era só pra dizer olá como o stevie

toma lá o stevie maravilhas [mas é só pra desembrulhar na noite de natal]


o comércio tradicional deseja-lhe um bom natal

ps: revejo-me na expressão corporal do min.: 0:45 qd penso em ti

:: humpback whale [Megaptera novaeangliae]

nao sei o que dizem | penso q ninguém sabe | para mim, sou eu q t chamo, na língua dos cetáceos


ps: atiro-m ao ar | rodopio 2x e caio na agua como fazem as baleias d bossa | só para ti

:: the edge

“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

:: o meu rock'enrole-viii [bon jovi]

nem sempre o trabalho pode ser uma coisa prazerosa!...

:: o meu rock'enrole(?)-vii [cooljazz] cascais

parte#1



parte#2

:: o meu rock'enrole-vi [super bock super rock] meco

:: o meu rock'enrole-v [optimus alive]

franz de volta à estrada

:: s . t . a . l . k . e . r

por causa disto:

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...

stalker by andrei tarkovski 1979

:: bem, obrigado!... vai-se andando!...

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.

in pierrot le fou

:: pascoa com as crianças junto ao mar

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”


nota: no video, esperar até ao min. 0:25

:: boom boom boom boom

i love that talk...
when you talk like that,... you knocks me out

jack white and meg white