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                <title>under construction</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:37:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=637586012&ref=name">Facebook</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://anomia-grey.deviantart.com/gallery/">Gallery</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://twiggyphoto.darkfolio.com/">dA Portfolio</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/deviants/add/anomia-grey">Watch Me</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/notes/?to%3DBloodPromiser">Note Me</a><br /><br />Righto, this is getting embarassing. The number of people I know in real life present in my Friends list is steadily increasing, and I can't pretend I'm still electronically 17. <br /><br />Watch this space, there shall be revamping!<br /><br />(Next time I'm desperately procrasting work)<br /><br />XxX<br />xX<br />X<br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Texture by `<a class="u" href="http://princess-of-shadows.deviantart.com/">Princess-of-Shadows</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>another one for the collection</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 12:04:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Everybody knows I love dragons. It's not the etched-into-my-bones empathy I have for unicorns, for which I would brave the scorn of a thousand future Accountancy students, but a dear fascination that comes and goes but always returns in some really odd shape. This time he happened to be dressed in paper-mache. I just had to post this:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.metalandmagic.com/modules.php?set_albumName=silly&id=lungfishdrag&op=modload&name=gallery&file=index&include=view_photo.php">[link]</a><br /><br />And now back to the twenty-something pages I have to produce on How I Don't Actually Know Anything About Japan* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*Subiectul atestatului meu de limba engleza se numeste "The Rediscovery of Japan", si e despre Japonia secolului 19. Nifty title, neh? De fapt toti americanii care au plecat in Japonia sa o "redescopere" au ajuns la aceeasi concluzie: dupa vreo 10 ani de stat in Japonia, iti dai seama ca stii ceva despre japonezi in momentul in care iti dai seama ca nu stii de fapt <i>nimic.</i> But then again, most of them never went back to America <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>back with empty hands</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 08:45:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>Deviant ~anomia-grey -log out - no subscription | 3,121 deviations, 903 messages, 4 notes</i><br /><br />And I didn't even get to answer all the comments on my last journal entry which was...Way Back Then.<br /><br />So why did I decide to revive this thing? Don't hope I've had any creative impulse - nor that I actually have anything to say. Sorry Lugarid, if you're reading this, I can't even come up with some appropriately poetic musings, so yes, you are reading a completely pointless post, pointless enough for me to have nothing better to do than point this out to you, hypothetic Reader. <br /><br />I just feel like keeping a blog again. And since this one already has a remarkable count of four-line posts, why not beat on the old dead horse again? <br /><br /><i>Hear the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force<br />Somebody's out there beating on a dead horse</i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Step Right Up, Step Right Up!(and uploads)</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:20:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So Ladies And Gents, Step Right Up! the first ten people who comment on this journal entry get SHOWCASED...even if, like in my case, you've got virtually no gallery to have showcased (I praise ~<a class="u" href="http://hdragomir.deviantart.com/">hdragomir</a> for the imagination he conjoured my showcase from <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" />). <br />
The rule is that once you get showcased you have to post a similar journal entry, and showcase another ten little deviants yourself <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />...Someone else strated it, but I like the idea of people talking about each other's galleries... so...ready-steady-GO!<br />
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(as you may have noticed, I do get carried off. you have been warned <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mwahaha.gif" width="29" height="15" alt=":evillaugh:" title="EVIL Laughter!" />)<br />
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1. ~<a class="u" href="http://hdragomir.deviantart.com/">hdragomir</a> - a young freelance designer with a love and eye for nature - he skilfully incorporates vegetal elements in his graphic, not to mention the feeling of dinamism and balance his works inspire...although there is some really good graphic material of his that isn't featured in his new gallery <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />. But there's still his aweinspiring nature photography and atmospheric street scenes, photos which not only very well capture a certain mood, but at times also transmit a powerful message, as in Apuseni 2009 <br />
(<a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43133340/?qo=15&q=by%3Ahdragomir&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a>). Slumset (<a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43081600/?qo=16&q=by%3Ahdragomir&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a>) is a daunting show of shadow and sunset on the Bega river, and though seemingly unspectacular, I fell in love with Slummy ST (<a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43032355/?qo=19&q=by%3Ahdragomir&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a>) for the same moody lighting. Enjoy.   <br />
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2. *<a class="u" href="http://cenumesimplu.deviantart.com/">cenumesimplu</a> - she brings life to all she does, and most of all to her brilliant photos, I can really feel each one of them talikng to me. I can't stop marveling at how many aspects of the dayly life in Bucharest  urban photography manages to vividly depict: from the nostalgia of the river bank, to the strong contrasts of post-communist society, from a splendidly caught sunset on the lake in Herastrau Park (Nothing Special <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39470624/?qo=12&q=by%3Acenumesimplu&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps&offset=25">[link]</a>) to the faces of the people in the crowd and by themselves(Bravery - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/30690689/?qo=43&q=by%3Acenumesimplu&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a> , Fortza Steaua - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31387711/?qo=38&q=by%3Acenumesimplu&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a> , Lipscani - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27665734/?qo=59&q=by%3Acenumesimplu&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a>)... I don't live in Bucharest, but her pictures really transport you to a place and a feeling, sort of bringing to you the heart of the town... though just as inspiring is her concept artwork(She's Gone II - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44104466/?&q=by%3Acenumesimplu&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a> ) and her spontaneous snapshots(my favorites: watching the world go by -  <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27299074/?qo=66&q=by%3Acenumesimplu&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a> , Do You Dare... - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41812468/?qo=8&q=by%3Acenumesimplu&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a> )<br />
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3.~<a class="u" href="http://lugarid.deviantart.com/">Lugarid</a> - well, reviewing pieces of writing is considerably more difficult than photos...which do not seek to hide, if you know what I mean. So there's not much I can say about the works of this young non-fiction writer, with a penchant for ambiguity (did I say ambiguity? not just two faces, but also all that lies in between)... simply because what I see in his poems and editorials would only apply to me. His works are made to be carefully discovered on your own, a labyrinth shaped by smoke, a personal journey... Come to the heart of the underground tunnels.(Seekers of Fame and Fortune - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39480587/">[link]</a> , Nasterea unui dictator - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38815112/,">[link]</a> Deliverence - <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38557701/?qo=6&q=by%3Alugarid&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">[link]</a> , isn't this where... - <a href="http://www.de... ]]></description>
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                <title>1/4 incercare</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Nov 2006 12:11:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ pick your side<br />
the side you'll keep clean<br />
stained on the inside<br />
caught in between<br />
the line crosses <br />
between your eyes<br />
your line of simmetry<br />
is someone's horizon.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>amintiri...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2006 09:40:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tocmai m-am uitat prin pozele de asta-vara, si am gasit cateva reusite...more to come. Daca tot nu-mi vine inspiratia sa scriu ceva ca lumea <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>anomia to anomia</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 23:16:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>i call you selfish</i><br />
i call you unattentive<br />
i call you proud<br />
i call you deceiving<br />
i call you cold<br />
i call you unsheltering<br />
dead harbour of emotions<br />
only ghost ships rarely attend<br />
though i need not say a word<br />
for you know all this, my friend<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Angel of Emptiness</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 08:48:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ watching<br />
watching<br />
and waiting...<br />
until you whisper<br />
<i>behold</i><br />
<i> the Angel of Emptiness is harboring</i><br />
<i>where the shadows devoured our hearts.</i><br />
and you point to the sea that none can see<br />
(you see it's hidden behind our eyes)<br />
somewhere up high, the sky's turning dry<br />
and i believe you, as always.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>numb</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 23:14:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ strau si stau si stau si ma plictisesc si ~<a class="u" href="http://cellardoor101.deviantart.com/">CellarDoor101</a> is wearing glasses. si toata lumea e fericita si zburda si e atenta unde calca numai eu stau si stau si stau pe loc.....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>you reap just what you sow...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 11:16:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>you made me forget myself<br />
thought I was someone else- someone good...</i><br />
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am mai lucrat la poezie, e prima poezie la care chiar <i>lucru</i> care in curand o sa devina <i>poezi<b>a</b></i>, iar eu poate o sa devin sculptorul acela din "Leul Rosu" care lucreaza de o viata la o sigura sculptura,pe care nu a vazut-o nimeni niciodata...<br />
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am mult de lucru... si iar nu am chef de nimic...probabil asa e si inainte de examene la faculta.<br />
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regret din nou ce a fost...si nu il vreau inapoi, nu. trecutul e ingropat sub podeaua camerei mele, si numai noapte el mi se strecoara langa pat soptindu-mi "Nu exista umbre...". Intradevar, nu exista umbre, nu exista intuneric, cand nu exista lumina... imi vreau umbra inapoi... sa ii fur din nou conturul, ca ea sa se raspandeasca in toata casa, si cu acel fir de ceata sa imi cos iar hainele arse...<br />
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dar inapoi la trecut. vreau doar sa imi cer scuze... dar nu mai am cui. si iara incerc sa fug....sa recuperez timpul pierdut...desi e prea tarziu. cursa cea lunga deja a inceput... dar eu tot uit, si tot reusesc sa ma ratacesc in propriile mele ganduri...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>moment de reculegere...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 22:15:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...pentru victimele serviciului scolar obligatoriu. I've lost Adina (<a href="http://cellardoor101.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/e/cellardoor101.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="cellardoor101" /></a>) for the greater glory of William Shakespeare Highschool...acum stau la ora de informatica langa niste puncte de suspensie... aaargh damn serviciu pe scoala. <br />
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I'm soon to post a new poem...please tear it to pieces, chiar vreau sa o imbunatatesc <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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No custom dragons today, e 7.45 si e una din zilele in care my mind goes stone cold. Maybe cand o sa am timp si inspiratie o sa iasa ceva mai logic(wow great ambitions...)<br />
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Pauza acusi se termina....goodbye,goodbye,goodbye<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>whatever comes and goes</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 12:05:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Iar astept cu nerabdare sa citesc mesajele...hartiage biletele, mi se ingramadesc in viata, iar cuvintele sunt dra-cu-sori vicleni si strengari, inainte de abia se lasau chemati acum ma bantuie...cu aripi insalatoare de hartie alba, pe care scrie "uita-te-n spate si priveste cerul instelat lasat in urma zborului tau in noapte..." dar si stelele-s inselatoare.  Crezi ca te uiti la ele dar ele se uita la tine. Clipesc. Nici nu stii daca chiar sunt acolo. Sunt mincinoase. Sunt ochii cu care ai privit lumea, o stea pentru fiecare zi de ieri din viata ta.<br />
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Mananc iara hrana pestilor. What should be swimming with the fishes. Si in loc sa manance mana putreziciunii pe care le-o rapesc, pestii imi mananca visele, si gandurile, si amintirea marii. Ati vazut vreodata marea intoarsa cu susul in jos? Eu da, inot in ea in fiecare noapte si de fiecare data cand plang furtuna se revarsa in ea, cu lacrimi ce zboara si norii grei care se lasa inapoi spre Pamant.<br />
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Si nu-mi raman decat cuvintele, care si ele una cate una se termina, mor si ele, se repeta, au si ele un ciclu al vietii si al mortii..e ca si cum as valsa cu un partener si dupa aia as trece la altul, si la altul, si la altul, pana nu mai raman dansatori in sala de bal, si atunci pasesc inapoi la primul, si apoi la ultimul, si apoi la al 666-lea, pana cand ajung la al zecelea, iar acela sunt eu.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a disgrace</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 11:03:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>please don't pass me by<br />
for I am blind<br />
as you can see<br />
I have been blinded totally<br />
please don't pass me by</i><br />
Leonard Cohen, Please don't pass me by<br />
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Ma uitam did masina tatii azi dimineata la lumina lampilor de strada ce cadea asupra coroanelor copacilor, era ca o toamna incandescenta, inainte de rasarit. Si laura radea de cat de usor pot sa ma sugestionez sa fiu zglobie dupa 7 ore...dar nu i-am spus ca nici copacii aia nu au reusit sa ma atinga. ce m-as plimba pe malul begai acuma, pana e si verde si galben si auriu, si toamna blanda care arpoape nu e toamna. dar eu nu am voie decat sa fac inconjorul camerei mintii mele. cineva  nu ma lasa afara. cine oare o fi? nici nu o mai spun, ghiciti singuri. si nu e vorba de parintii mei.<br />
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cred ca va trebui s-o invit intro zi la o cafea. pe malul begai. la pod 16. dar nu ma prea baga in seama in ultimul timp. <br />
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<i>And you know as I was walking I thought it was them who were singing it, I <br />
thought it was they who were singing it, I thought it was the other who was <br />
singing it, I thought it was someone else. But as I moved along I knew it was <br />
me, and that I was singing it to myself. It went: <br />
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Please don't pass me by, <br />
oh please don't pass me by...</i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anomia-grey</author>
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                <title>la scoala...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 23:09:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ today, on the 19th of October<br />
once again caught in my limited world<br />
I came to school to paint the same circle,<br />
but someone gave me a painting instead<br />
the nicest birthdaygift I could imagine...<br />
I'm gonna go now and look at it once again <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anomia-grey</author>
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                <title>angry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 12:42:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ vroiam sa pun o poezie aici, dar ceva nu a mers si iata ca o s-o pun in gallery, desi nu prea merita. not that anything does. si sa pun in scraps ce scriu e umilitor, e ceva de genul "yes I know it's shit". if you post it in the journal you infer "yes it is shit but it's MY shit, comments discouraged." <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br />
kidding, I have nothing against criticism, it's nice to have a bit of outer objectivity/subjectivity to refresh your existence...fuck, my clipboard got erased. I get one moment of dream control and then God or fate or DEVIANTART decides to play you a nice little trick....AAAARGH<br />
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now this looks more like a journal, doesn't it?<br />
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ma duc sa incerc sa reconstruiesc...<br />
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coliva pe gratis daca nu reusesc, desi inca nu mam decis pe cine omor *grrr*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anomia-grey</author>
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                <title>copy paste delete</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2006 11:43:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The world is a better place without me, without you, without love hate feelings, and all thats left would be the thought endlessly consuming itslef thriving on its own information self sufficient and for that reason REDUNDANT. The circle is drawing tighter and tighter around me... i can feel the words draining out of my mind, like salt water from algae dragged out of the sea, who am I? Lost among the jellyfish God sends from the bottom of the Pacific, where he decided to hide among the bacteria that faithfully stayed the same since Genesis. <br />
Laugh with the weather<br />
And sing with the silence<br />
Absurdity is meaning once you meet the right people<br />
Whom I once thought were my alter egos<br />
But now come to think of it I am a shadow too<br />
The mirror image of someone elses emptiness<br />
(and the repetition of words long wispered by the elder <br />
long ago<br />
I guess words are also just echoes<br />
Copies of the Logos too...<br />
Copies of the Logos too...<br />
Copies of the Logos too...<br />
)<br />
But nobodys dead, weve just run out of ideas. Or rather the ideas have run right out of us.<br />
Somobody up theres just having a wirters block again. Oh well, we might as well just start over.<br />
/clear.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>rust rust lust</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 06:38:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ma uit in jur...<br />
<br />
de fapt, stai, nu, ma uit drept in fata. ba nu, doar la poze. imagini. ganduri. macar eu nu am iluzia ca sunt altceva decat sunt.<br />
<br />
o floricica ruginita, caruia nu poti sa-i spui varsta... arata de parca ar fi putut fi uscata dintodeauna sau din momentul in care m-am uitat la ea... alt fel de flacari o napadesc acum, in timp ce verdele se preface-n cositor si cenusa in frunzele ei...dar am uitat ceva. in curand va fi doar sambure. deci aceasta este natura flacarii care ne consuma in fiecare toamna...s-au poate ca m-au parasit din nou anotimpurile...<br />
<br />
numai vesnicul somn m-a mai vrut...dar din el, de fapt, niciodata nu am iesit...<br />
<br />
macar la o intrebare am raspuns. fluture nu sunt, aia au murit cu totii de mult.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>not another rainy day</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 06:18:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ploua din nou<br />
cu clipe de plumb <br />
in curand numai eu si tu<br />
vom mai privi pe fereastra avionului<br />
jos inspre strada<br />
unde oamenii se plimba cu umbrele de otel<br />
cu toti armati, cu toti inarmati<br />
sa lupte impotriva amintirilor<br />
ce pica din cer.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>plagiatura de la 1 noaptea (nu mai vad bine nici t</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 15:31:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ce faci <br />
cand simti ca ceva din tine atat de clar iti spune: nu mai merge mai departe<br />
cand simti ca ai obosit, iar actiunile tale<br />
nu mai au nici o valore<br />
totul a devenit<br />
un simplu joc<br />
al obisnuintei<br />
fara semnificatie<br />
sau scop?<br />
pana cand<br />
iti dai seama<br />
ca totul a trebuit sa inceapa cumva<br />
si iti amintesti acea mutare<br />
a pieselor in acel moment decisiv<br />
al jocului tactic intre hazard si Sens<br />
pe care mintea noastra o joaca cu realitea<br />
pe o masa de joc a carui laturi sunt Timpul si Spatiul<br />
care a fost destul<br />
pentru a ramane pentru tine pe vecie<br />
raspunsul intrebarii<br />
"de ce?".<br />
si te accepti...asa cum esti acum<br />
si cum erai inainte<br />
si raul care va desparte<br />
si nu mai esti doar o fata pritre atatea altele<br />
cand in multime recunosti un altul<br />
cat de ciudat este ca ai fugit atat in pustietate<br />
sa te gasesti pe tine<br />
si te-ai gasit unde te-ai fi asteptat cel mai putin<br />
in acea privire de pe strada...<br />
iti mai amintesti? ]]></description>
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                <title>custom dragons, for all pockets</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:15:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sometimes I find that i've been torn between left and right so many times that when someone had the good intention of sticking the two back together he overlooked the fact that the two pieces no longer fit... my world is inhabited by cotton dragons and butterflies sewn from memories of the strangest kinds of cloth that you could imagine or dig up to raise from the status of other people's sentimental trash deposits to the Storyteller's gold... but these paper dragons stay inside, hung from the ceiling like a calder sometimes flapping their wings to the breeze or throwing a glance from beyond the conscious into the eyes of a potential costumer... but so few ever buy. Would you, Sir, buy a piece of my life? There is no price... just a favour you may return some other time. ]]></description>
                <author>~anomia-grey</author>
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                <title>archeology</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 11:07:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh yes, to the endless satisfaction of the empty seats up front, I have uploaded some old ruins, which may not stay here for long since some of them benefited of far greater esteem from me then they actually deserve...and a New Thing, which is a Thing that has somehow escaped from my mind full of Nasty Things to the Greater Glory of a piece of Paper...for your Enjoyment. the many capitals in today's comments are due to the fact that I've been flattered, and that has a really strange effect on me...and the wods flow in every single wrong direction... and curse satisfaction, which is like a limo with rectangular wheels...very comfortable, but doesn't get you anywhere. I take it all back... somebody up there strica orzul pe gaste cu mine, obviously <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anomia-grey</author>
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                <title>wordlord</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 11:38:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Once again scriu in jurnal, si stiu ca Lugarid once again ma va certa, dar de unde sa stiu daca ce voi scrie acum va fi o poezie, ce fel de poezie, proza, editorial, poveste, cand eu nu cunosc nici cuvantul urmator, "incearca sa nu mai gandesti ce scrii" spunea Sean Connory in "In search of Forrester", eu nici nu cred ca am incercat vreodata... ce rost are, cand daca-ti dai seama TOTUL este poezie, totul este proza, odata ce iti dai seama, suntem personaje intr-un roman, cci nu exista coincidenta, nu, nu exista deja vu, nu exista miracole, caci TOTUL e posibil pe o foaie de hartie, pe pagina alba de oe care noi va trebui sa o scriem, zi de zi clipa de clipa caci nu stii, dragul meu prieten, ca noi habar nu avem ce este realitatea in caz ca ea a existat vreodata? maya, iluzie este tot ce vedem, caci noi auzim lumea numai in 7 culori, si ce conteaza daca mirosim oameni sau flori sau sau gustam din fructele cerului sau pamantului cand stim atat de bine ca totul este atat de subiectiv ca TOTUL variaza de la mine la tine. Si atunci, ce stim, si ce nu stim? si TOTUL e posibil, cand stim ca putem gasi o lume intr-un graunte de nisip... si, de ce nu, o poveste si o lume, intr-un cuvant. deci nu-i asa ca-avem dreptate sa-l intelegem cum vrem? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anomia-grey</author>
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                <title>cuvinte</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 12:52:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Se pare ca scriu foarte greu... si nu pentru ca acele fiinte fabuloase care candva imi erau atat de loiale s-au indepartat de mine, ci pentru ca eu le-am intors ochiul meu orb, cel sanatos intors spre cer, spre iarba, cautand orice atata timp cat stie ca nu-l va gasi acolo, un singur ochi al meu vede, sunt pe rand oarba fata de drumul pe care il strabat cu pasi sovaielnici pe pamant si drumul gandurilor mele. Acuma ma miros nedumerite, nu isi mai recunosc stapana, care prea mult timp a uitat sa mai asculte soaptele lumii. Iar acum platesc pretul, si te intreb: de unde vin soaptele? si tu imi raspunzi: uita-te in jur, nu le vanez caci ele sunt pretutindeni, si cel mai mult aprope de tine. dar scuturandu-se de haturile lor de cuvinte, gandurile mele iar isi bat joc de mine si de timpul meu, azi maine, in curand, le indemn sa intre in acelasi joc ca si licorna de la mine pe perete, razi de mine, dar tu stii sa prinzi licorne? Trebuie sa le prinzi intr-un joc atat de hazliu incat de buna credinte sa se lase incinse cu un lant de aur... asa jonglez si eu cu gandurile mele, care toate se cred aripi, si toate ma incoltesc in al lor zbor, vor sa ma ridice, dar nimeni nu a zburat cu aripi de hartie... iar acum din nou simt cum se trezeste in mine toate vocile amutite, si fumul inabisuit ce briza muzicii rasfira, obosita dupa acest duel cu mine, cu aceea pestera din mine, Grota Sirenelor si Duhurilor Nesfinte de unde stiu ca vine tot ceea ce sunt acum...dar in care poate niciodata nu o sa ma scufund... ]]></description>
                <author>~anomia-grey</author>
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