ranting, 2010.

likes writing texts without first and third person pronouns * is on hazardous terrain, before she’ll smash to smithereens – innocence and arrogance entwined, in the filthiest of minds * spells “yellow” instead of “hello” * is fidgeting * overeducated ms. elegantly wasted would like a glass of wine * ducks never wear polka dotted socks * fairies wear boots * it’s funny how, just like people, the clouds part and rearrange for me * rain is coming down like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ * like a pair of Evisu jeans, we were so last year * summer faded away like cinnamon* toamna a venit ca un iepure inghetat * LENS-CAPED * vanilla twilight * “kandy kolored tangerine flake streamline baby” and feature stories * hot sour salty sweet * is at wit’s end & needs a freakin’ break * whatever happened with the midnight getaways? cine vine diseara (spre noapte) pana la mare si repede inapoi? * what’s real can’t die * bineinteles ca furtuna m-a prins pe strada. Eu cu paharele de vin, tirbusonul si spleenul, Robert cu sticla de vin si blestemele. Zece minute mai tarziu, radeam isterici in intersectie la bannerul went wild, gata sa ne plezzzneasca intr-o balta * Lo so, lo sai, il tempo vola, ma quanta strada per rivederti ancora, per uno sguardo, per il mio orgoglio, quanto ti voglio, quanto ti voglio * bewitched, bothered and bewildered * enjoying the quiet night and the red wine. the (very) unbearable lightness of being * eat drink think change * we can park the car and walk to town, buy the cheapest bottle of wine that we could find and talk about the road behind – how getting lost is not a waste of time * Nijinski, Balanchine, Stravinski, Picasso, Matisse, Ravel * cute but psycho * n-are niciun chef * essen trinken tanzen * back in the hotel room at the stroke of midnight, just like an electro cinderella * for what it’s worth * i’m sedentary. which is classy lazy * flick your cigarette and kiss me, in the dark of the matinée * stack chips for rainy days * This status contains special characters. It won’t display properly in the collage * voudrais du soleil vert, des dentelles et des théières, des photos de bord de mer * the princess is sad… from the princess slips such sighs in her words from the strawberry lips * can’t stop feeling * c’est le temps des grandes métamorphoses * my favourite thing is to go where I’ve never been * dear diary, yesterday I diped my toes in the ocean, for the first time ever. It was as cold as my cerveja * our martinis make you see double and feel single * Ramalama Bang Bang, Flash Bang Big Bang, Bing Bong, Ding Dong, Dum dum d’ dum dum. With a hammer Bang Bang, Flash Bang Press Gang, Bing Bong, Ding Dong, Dum dum d’ dum dum * Mr. Mazilique said he would buy the wine himself * that boy needs therapy, psychosomatic, that boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic * Hunter S. Thompson’s breakfast of champions: spanish omelette, bacon, lime pie, coffee, 2 margaritas, 4 bloody marys , all served  in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked * coriander-apple, cucumber-melon * is back & unbearably smug * daca as avea o galetusa plina cu mure, n-as imparti-o cu nimeni * nu-mi mai plac tigarile. imi place doar sa fumez * autumn came one day early and made me happy * Tom-Waits-with-a-hangover voice on his it’s-either-poetry-or-suicide lyrics * let’s do something crazy, something absolutely wrong * a sight for sore eyes and a view to kill * no, i never miss a beat * i will chew people, but won’t eat them * azi nigel, maine joshua, poimaine caracatiţă * fuckity fuck fuck and a bottle of nothing * english summer rain seems to last forever * would like a cup of tea * still hates packing * e la ora actuală un om cu preocupări aşa-zis nedefinite * moon, river (Vltava) and me * in sfarsit mi-au ridicat si mie masina, asa ca am sarbatorit cu un armagnac din ’54 * is eating three muffintops * dizzy morning, vertigo afternoon * is overwhelmed * happymess * trying to spell hangover * pouring myself a glass of wine and counting down * bangover * slippy little lips had split me * that’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. if something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen * whatever happened to amelia earhart? * 440 horsepower in a 2cylinder engine * nothing is real and nothing to get hung about * beerdrunk soul * zapada murdara * poc zdrang buf trosc pleosc * frecus de albus in galbenus * want me to sign there on your Range Rover heart? * serendipity * beauty is in the eye of the be(er)holder * lithium,  teen spirit, the man who sold the world, polly, in bloom,  oh, well, whatever, nevermind * inkin’ Lincoln, sand-script with a fly on the wall * so raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts of all my friends * you thought the drama did us good. well, get off the cross, we need the wood * viva la resolution and god bless queen canon * french me a fry * koudelka * sixx, mars, neil and lee *  twelve cylinder symphony * anticipation has a habbit to set you up * christmas came early * it’s not heaven, it’s cool, i feel alive. * just 19 and sucker’s dream i guess i thought you had the flavour *  we had a supersolar weekend, as Muse would say * Kobe Bryant is on TV * We fly higher than weather in G5s or bettter * can you hear him singing in the background chorus “tricky, tricky”? * bella, come una mattina d’acqua cristallina, come una finestra che mi illumina il cuscino * i grew up and i am HAPPY

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