Just Enough

morning yearning

2011-04-30T14:34:00.000+03:00

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2011-04-14T16:41:00.002+03:00

drive.

2011-01-16T16:18:00.002+02:00

comfortably numb

2010-12-06T23:54:00.000+02:00

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2010-10-16T12:32:00.002+03:00

new@dynaphos

2010-06-16T22:53:00.002+03:00

new@dynaphos

2010-06-16T22:52:00.002+03:00

new@dynaphos

2010-06-16T22:51:00.002+03:00

new@dynaphos

2010-06-16T22:49:00.002+03:00

new@dynaphos

2010-06-16T22:48:00.002+03:00

new@dynaphos

2010-06-16T22:47:00.002+03:00

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2010-05-27T20:45:00.006+03:00

travka

2010-05-27T20:45:00.003+03:00

...

2010-05-19T21:54:00.001+03:00

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2

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lut

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2010-05-12T14:38:00.001+03:00

travka

2010-05-12T14:37:00.002+03:00

...

2010-04-13T09:17:00.002+03:00

The Kills - Black Baloon

2010-03-26T23:25:00.002+02:00

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2010-03-07T17:13:00.001+02:00

ocs @ suburbia

2010-02-13T11:51:00.002+02:00

@ carturesti

2010-01-22T20:50:00.006+02:00

mainile sus!!!

2009-12-19T15:19:00.003+02:00

variatii 2

2009-12-19T15:18:00.008+02:00

variatii 3

2009-12-19T15:18:00.007+02:00

variatii 1

2009-12-19T15:17:00.003+02:00

k

2009-12-16T23:23:00.001+02:00

Live

2009-12-16T23:13:00.002+02:00

evo@igotshot@suburbia

2009-12-16T21:51:00.001+02:00

guess who@fabrica

2009-12-16T21:46:00.000+02:00

asa e!

2009-11-01T22:43:00.001+02:00

@Dynaphos Studio (3)

2009-10-27T12:14:00.000+02:00

pisetoarea romantica sau cum sa futi vremea in cismigiu

2009-10-13T11:49:00.001+03:00

aiurea sau...nu tocmai

2009-09-30T00:31:00.001+03:00

August (2)

2009-09-27T23:25:00.001+03:00

blu

2009-09-27T23:23:00.001+03:00

sush!

2009-09-27T23:18:00.001+03:00

next year

2009-09-23T01:56:00.000+03:00

this makes me...

2009-09-23T01:55:00.000+03:00

Andreea@Dynaphos Studio

2009-09-15T01:25:00.000+03:00

where the sounds r original

2009-09-15T00:59:00.001+03:00

(future) lord of dogtown

2009-09-15T00:57:00.000+03:00

unstable boy

2009-09-15T00:51:00.000+03:00

doi zece

2009-09-15T00:48:00.002+03:00

peeping toms

2009-09-15T00:24:00.003+03:00

centru' vechi

2009-09-03T07:51:00.001+03:00

luna amara

2009-08-13T07:22:00.002+03:00

DKDNS

2009-08-11T23:11:00.001+03:00

DKDNS 01

2009-08-10T22:49:00.001+03:00

gimme candy or gimme death

2009-08-02T21:32:00.000+03:00

Ouch

2009-08-01T18:08:00.002+03:00

Cristina

2009-07-13T22:11:00.001+03:00

Ieri

2009-07-13T22:08:00.000+03:00

music, short films & fun

2009-07-13T17:14:00.003+03:00

Timishort takes Control! feat. Dekadens & HiJACK
Music, short films & fun
Seara incepe, de la ora 21, cu cele mai bune filme de la prima editie a Festivalului International de Scurtmetraj Timishort (Timisoara, 6 – 10 mai 2009).
De la ora 23, trupa indie / alternative (cu elemente de post-punk si electro) Dekadens, o revelatie a scenei underground bucurestene, va sustine al doilea concert local in noua sa formula.
De la ora 00:30 si pana in zori de zi, HiJACK (a.k.a. Jackhammer Jesus, fost Djahz) si multi invitati speciali vor incinge atmosfera intr-un afterparty de senzatie.
Biletele la eveniment cost 15 RON si pot fi achizitionate la intrarea in club.

sursa: http://www.control-club.ro/

At the speed of sound

2009-07-11T15:31:00.002+03:00

Funky Music

2009-07-05T16:54:00.002+03:00

Street Delivery

2009-06-24T22:54:00.002+03:00

acum ceva vreme

2009-05-24T16:33:00.001+03:00

R

2009-03-31T00:57:00.002+03:00

l-am "luat" cand avea 4 luni. era speriat, se ascundea prin toate colturile casei. a venit cu noi si s-a obisnuit. initial speriat de bombe, a pasit (cu toate patru) in casa. a inceput sa miroasa sufrageria apoi s-a pisat in mijlocul ei. era a lui acum. foarte antisocial spre mizantrop, timid,dar mereu dadea din coada cand ne vedea. eram putini cei pe care ii accepta si cu noi era bleg, fraier, iubaret. alerga dupa bulgarii de zapada si nu intelegea unde dispar cand se spargeau de asfalt. era destept, liber in propria lume, te musca gentil in joaca. am aflat ca poate sa muste si altfel cand vecinul a intrat neinvitat. a devenit spaima prietenilor pe care ii latra prin portiera, a postasului care arunca facturile peste gard. cu bunicii era alt...caine. deodata se calma, devenea pios ca baba la biserica speriata de justitia divina. parca intelegea fragilitatea lor, suflete batrane. avea un nume stupid inspirat dintr-un serial de kkt cu un politist futacios si o potaie actor. in final era al nostru...rarerele momente in care aparea ideea de ceva al "nostru" avand in vedere ca noi niciodata nu ne-am inteles. de astazi nu mai e.

Great minds

2009-02-23T15:51:00.002+02:00

Great minds...think for themselves!

Fire

2008-08-26T16:43:00.001+03:00

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflaged, hidden behind dark glasses, and no one noticed them; they only saw shadows. You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.

In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, it's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for, they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep. Then there came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.

Quimby

2008-06-10T01:34:00.003+03:00

nu cred ca exista sistem/model de guvernare ok. diferenta consta doar in proportia in care un model de guvernare dauneaza vietii mandrului membru al societatii.
comunismul nast un demon mare, inconjurat de cativa demoni mai mititei, democratia naste multi multi demoni identici, dar in constanta lupta , monarhia creaza o familie de demoni trimisi de dumnezeu.
defapt nu alegi pe cineva , alegi impotriva altcuiva!
a fost abia primul tur deci am votat cu Quiby!

Run

2008-06-10T01:29:00.001+03:00

run people, run

Henry

2008-04-22T21:07:00.000+03:00

un nimeni celebru, averea mea e umorul meu negru

2008-04-02T12:09:00.003+03:00

ai uitat sa crezi ca se mai poate schimba ceva, evident dupa ce ai constientizat incapatanarea oamenilor din jurul tau. nimeni nu te prea asculta si daca pare ca face asta...are filtrul personal. amesteca cuvintele tale si intelege ce vrea el. in general lumea te asculta doar ca sa iti spuna ce sa faci dupa. este foarte important...sa iti spuna ce sa faci, nu o lua ca pe un sfat , trebuie sa o iei ca pe mai mult decat o recomandare sau un imbold prietenesc. nu se mai dau sfaturi, se cauta influentarea cu orice pret. respectiv de ce sa asculte daca parerea lui va fi ignorata dupa. omu vrea sa fie sigur ca ti-a marcat viata, existenta, ca el ti-a spus ce si cum sa faci, ca datorita gandirii sale clare (intr-un moment in cand mintea ta plutea printre norisori verzi, probleme profunde, of of of) te-a scos din problema. eventual povesteste prietenilor comuni. nu prea mai exista ideea de "keeping a fucking secret". totul e pe blog, pe feed, pe hai faiv, 360, se conecteaza lumea, vede, comenteaza, da porunci. suntem toti psihologii altor persoane si altii se vor psihologii nostrii. toata lumea tipa..."io's gigi si fac asta, vreau asta, ma enerveaza asta!" pe o parte e de bine, se exprima lumea. pe de alta parte apare prea multa informatie. fiecare cu revolutia lui. nobody wants to keep a low profile. everybody wants their 15 minutes.din cauza asta eu sunt nimeni. nu vreau sa ma cunosti, sa stii ce vreau, cum ma cheama. e cam tarziu, ar trebui sa sterg primele post-uri.
nu imi place sa se uite lumea la mine pe strada sau in metrou...ma face sa cred ca sunt murdar pe fata sau ca mi s-au rupt blungii intre craci!

Fumuri

2008-03-28T15:53:00.001+02:00

Parca traiam intr-un nor si in norul meu era o camera, plina cu fumul albastriu si mirosul gros de tigara. se tot invartea camera si eu stateam linistit pe un fotoliu batran. ii iesea buretelele galbejit prin tapiteria rosiatica cu diverse motive complicate, pline de simboluri indiene, asiatice, tibetane, toate impletite intr-un fotoliu oarecum kitchios, multi cultural. erau multi oameni, toti imbracati in haine inchise la culoare, cu fete aburite, ochi negri si piele tare, batuta. parca le facuse cineva poza si ei se miscasera, pentru ca erau stersi toti, aparitii semi-fantomatice, toti foarte inalti, slabi, cu palarii pe cap si baston in mana, inele si alte bijuterii, unghii lungi si colorate intr-un albastru strident, scorojit, batran. se miscau, radeau, fumau, povesteau intr-o limba necunoscuta mie. erau foarte prietenosi, doar ca nu ii intelegeam, nu puteam sa imi dau seama ce vor. imi zambeau, ma trageau de mana, se prezentau (presupun...), imi strangeau mana cu caldura. te priveau in ochi, te analizau de sus in jos. eu zambeam, ma bufnea rasul. le jucam jocul. aveau o mimica ciudata, erau ca personajele unui desen animat. purtau un negru colorat, proportii nu foarte umane, cu picioare lungi si genunchi proeminenti, capete tuguiate, lunguiete. semanau cu personaje de circ. imi placea nebunia lor. ma asez din nou pe fololiu, imi aprind o tigara si sorb dintr-o cafea aburinda. aburul cafelei se amesteca cu fumul de tigara, se invart unul in jurul celuilalt, se amesteca, se transporma, isi schimba culoarea . stau din nou linistit. taca paca!