duminică, 28 iunie 2009
once,twice and...stop
ma invart ca un coi intr-o galeata,ne invartim.si asteptam ceva fara sa stim sigur ce e.asteptam vara,seara...kkt,astepam si sa faca gigi ocolul ;).si de parca asta nu ar fi destul de rau niciodata nu ne multumim cu ce primim.parca mergea mai mult,se putea mai bine.data viitoare...
anxietatea e mai rea decat sevrajul.cine stie,cunoaste.luna asta imi bag piciorele.
anxietatea e mai rea decat sevrajul.cine stie,cunoaste.luna asta imi bag piciorele.
miercuri, 29 aprilie 2009
sâmbătă, 25 aprilie 2009
vineri, 24 aprilie 2009
Old Crafty - The fish - The legend
On a lazy weekend in Orgrimmar I found myself putting a few brews back and tossin' a line. It approached that time of day when the sun hit the tree line and every fisherman knows that it's magic hour - the time when legends are made. The mosquitoes were thick and I was weary from the sun's power that day but I decided to cast just one more time before Retiring. The cast was long - a country mile - and I was taking my time reelin it in as I looked back on the day's catch and how good a fish fry sounded for dinner when I noticed something...
there was a swirl of water around my bobber and although it was getting darker by the minute I distinctively knew something was interested and I stopped reeling. Left station less the bobber looked like a beacon of light in a black glassy void and sensing I had perplexed the taker I picked up the reeling - this time fast... very fast. I used figure eights and small jerks to simulate injury and as the lure approached the drop off point near the waterfall - the all too familiar heart-snap and adrenaline rush HIT me as I now had - FISH ON
I struggled to control the getaway - releasing just a bit of slack and giving the beast some time to show me it's mettle. I was surprised at the intensity of this one... it clearly was not the typical snapper or catfish... even the 17 pounder I had caught earlier was a breeze to land compared to this... Yes this was something far more sinister.
the line was taught and my pole looked dangerously angled towards water and I knew I had to act quickly. I stood up and pointed the pole at the waterline and drew my arms up and back using raw force to pull the behemoth up and then compensated on the re-draw with a reeling hand so fast - I think I wore out the bearings of my old Penn. On the repeat motion I finally saw something right beneath the surface... something dark and brutal.. something that seemed like it was aching to get a look at ME! Our eyes met and I felt a chill run down my back as I finally beheld the slick engineered looked of this fish. the dorsal was sharp and the fish was long and lean. I grabbed for my net - a net that was now making me nervous with its now miniscule stature in comparison. I went down into the abyss with it, dying to see this fish out of its element and in mine when, as if God himself had cursed this fish, it looked at me and in a blink of an eye - BIT through my spider-line like it was 2lb test!! With a splash in my face I saw a flicker as this missle accelerated into the deep along with my lure.
I sat there on the now dark water's edge in awe - looking at my frayed line. I picked up my stringer and box and started on the journey home. I knew, however, that this would not be my last encounter with the Crafty God of the Orgrimmar Ponds
there was a swirl of water around my bobber and although it was getting darker by the minute I distinctively knew something was interested and I stopped reeling. Left station less the bobber looked like a beacon of light in a black glassy void and sensing I had perplexed the taker I picked up the reeling - this time fast... very fast. I used figure eights and small jerks to simulate injury and as the lure approached the drop off point near the waterfall - the all too familiar heart-snap and adrenaline rush HIT me as I now had - FISH ON
I struggled to control the getaway - releasing just a bit of slack and giving the beast some time to show me it's mettle. I was surprised at the intensity of this one... it clearly was not the typical snapper or catfish... even the 17 pounder I had caught earlier was a breeze to land compared to this... Yes this was something far more sinister.
the line was taught and my pole looked dangerously angled towards water and I knew I had to act quickly. I stood up and pointed the pole at the waterline and drew my arms up and back using raw force to pull the behemoth up and then compensated on the re-draw with a reeling hand so fast - I think I wore out the bearings of my old Penn. On the repeat motion I finally saw something right beneath the surface... something dark and brutal.. something that seemed like it was aching to get a look at ME! Our eyes met and I felt a chill run down my back as I finally beheld the slick engineered looked of this fish. the dorsal was sharp and the fish was long and lean. I grabbed for my net - a net that was now making me nervous with its now miniscule stature in comparison. I went down into the abyss with it, dying to see this fish out of its element and in mine when, as if God himself had cursed this fish, it looked at me and in a blink of an eye - BIT through my spider-line like it was 2lb test!! With a splash in my face I saw a flicker as this missle accelerated into the deep along with my lure.
I sat there on the now dark water's edge in awe - looking at my frayed line. I picked up my stringer and box and started on the journey home. I knew, however, that this would not be my last encounter with the Crafty God of the Orgrimmar Ponds
marți, 24 martie 2009
Part 3
My soul is a idiot.He had to go and complicate things,couldn't leave it alone.I didn't understand.I knew he was happy,but i was sure that things where gonna end bad.Plus,as it often happens in these cases,i was sure Anna was going to suffer as well.Let me say,it's not a good idee to piss off the soul of the end of the world.
I talked to him.I wanted him to see Reason.Ussually Reason is a wise guy that can tell you what's best for you.Unfortunetly Reason was a bit of a mess that day.Drunk as hell,acid coming out of his pores.He had had a bad experience.he was trapped on a sinking ship along with some frinds,Truth,Hope,Greed,Love and others.He was saved but lost one of him friends.Love was the last to get off,didn't make it,and died.She's allways last.
It has hopeless.My soul wasn't listening to me.The end of the world wasn't that happy either.I don't think she was comfortable knowing that her soul was fooling around.We decided to end it.
I talked to him.I wanted him to see Reason.Ussually Reason is a wise guy that can tell you what's best for you.Unfortunetly Reason was a bit of a mess that day.Drunk as hell,acid coming out of his pores.He had had a bad experience.he was trapped on a sinking ship along with some frinds,Truth,Hope,Greed,Love and others.He was saved but lost one of him friends.Love was the last to get off,didn't make it,and died.She's allways last.
It has hopeless.My soul wasn't listening to me.The end of the world wasn't that happy either.I don't think she was comfortable knowing that her soul was fooling around.We decided to end it.
duminică, 22 martie 2009
joi, 19 martie 2009
right here ,right now
banila citeaza: "stau inchis in coltul unei camere si ma gandesc...oare !@#$ mi-o belesc".duta doarme.este ora 21:47 si lumina venind din camere caminului de vis-a-vis imi aduce aminte ca trebuia sa dorm.a trecut ceva vreme.vre-o 6 luni."vlaicule ce idiotenie poti sa scrii".nu cunosc numele acestei melodii dar nici nu ma intereseaza.banila zice ca e Floyd.cine dracu mai asculta Floyd zilele astea.sau poate sunt eu prea pesimist.or mai fi copii timizi care refuza sa se prinda.deja e prea mult fum.ma duc mai desenez un tabel din care nu inteleg nimic.noapte buna
luni, 16 martie 2009
Part 2
The months passed,the temperature had risen to a few million degrees and the end of the world was still confused.One day i asked her to have a coffe with me.We had small talk,the usuall: the weather,music,the Apocalipse,how i liked football,how she liked to paint and burn souls and other stuff to pass the time.My doesn't have a name...whatever,he and Anna where at another table and,from what i saw,they here quite happy,smilling to each other and such.I didn't know what to think and the end of the world was to busy with a plague to notice.Things where geting kind of weird.
As we finished our first coffee i started dreaming.My companion was interested.i was telling her about how i thought that the graph of an epuasion in 4 dimensions (3 spatial plus time) could be compered to life.I belived that just like the graph of that 4 variable equasion life is the graph of another equasion,endlessly complex,given by other variables :morallity,thuth,beauty and ,instead of time,perception.
She got bored rather quickly.I ended the conversation,had some coffee and turned to my soul.I had a bit of a shock.He was kissing Anna.
As we finished our first coffee i started dreaming.My companion was interested.i was telling her about how i thought that the graph of an epuasion in 4 dimensions (3 spatial plus time) could be compered to life.I belived that just like the graph of that 4 variable equasion life is the graph of another equasion,endlessly complex,given by other variables :morallity,thuth,beauty and ,instead of time,perception.
She got bored rather quickly.I ended the conversation,had some coffee and turned to my soul.I had a bit of a shock.He was kissing Anna.
duminică, 15 martie 2009
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