FALUDZA

- soldiers rush in the hospital and start doing wrong things. man goes berserk. he dies. some soldiers die. some patients die. it is all covered.

facts and single quotation on black page.

end

WINGS STUFF

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099487/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Scissorhands

http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/i/interpol1943/leiferikson91379.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarot

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0021884/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Becky_Cloonan

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demo_(comics)

Paul Duffield, David Aja

PORN THE WAY I LIKE IT

http://rapidshare.com/files/169699437/Cody_Lane_-_Rough_BlowJob.rar

MUSIC TO LISTEN TO

http://rapidshare.com/files/151853672/lotte_kestner_-_china_mountain_-_2008.zip

http://rapidshare.com/files/54399951/Parenthetical_Girls_-__Safe_as_Houses.zip

http://rapidshare.com/files/141217082/GoodNoisyCore_JaguarLove-TakeMetotheSea.rar

http://rs217.rapidshare.com/files/84858548/13_Blues_for_Thirteen_Moons.rar

MUSIC TO LISTEN TO

http://www.uploadjockey.com/download/7427283/G-TSRHL.rar

http://www.uploadjockey.com/download/7884642/CC-TTGEAD.rar

http://www.uploadjockey.com/download/9541376/NL-LF39.rar

COMMENTARY TRACK - CBR - FUCKING PRICELESS

Hickman, Fraction

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=16360

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=12260

'The Day the Earth Stood Still' panel: Hollywood + real scientists = awkward

But perhaps to calm the fears of the science community, Fox and Caltech arranged a panel discussion last Friday at Caltech, in which astrophysicist Sean Carroll, robotic engineer Joel Burdick, director Scott Derrickson and Klaatu himself, Keanu Reeves, sat down to discuss the science -- and science fiction -- of the movie.

Did the two worlds come together harmoniously? Not really.

The audience, made up of Caltech students, was a stickler for accuracy. When a quick flash of a top secret government computer screen flashed a Microsoft logo the audience howled. "It's gonna crash," one student (no doubt a hardcore Mac-man) called out.

Then came the Q&A portion of the evening in which the Hollywood duo were peppered with exam-ready questions: "Do you think the laws of physics would change in different parts of the universe?" and, later, "Are you human?"

The former was answered handily by the scientific half of the panel (not shown in the video above), but it was apparent that Derrickson and Reeves were left bewildered. "These are the strangest questions," Derrickson announced at one point. And a little later, he glanced at his watch and asked the audience, "How much longer will this go on?"


http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/herocomplex/2008/12/the-day-the-ear.html

REMINDED OF SCARS

The dream started with me and Watson descending down the stairs to the basement room. Small dirty hall, completely abandoned place, old papers, rotten stink, green and brown (mostly brown) visibility. I was half awaiting fog to come and eat us or Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman coming.

Then I looked to the room on the right. Blood on the sheets. He was holding the girl there. There was a lot of blood for a small girl. She was not there. I do not know if she´s dead or not.

Came back to the hall. Started to shake my head furiously. It helps to go through to the other side, so I could see with his eyes. Saw that it is my younger detective? Or not? I am not sure. Came closer to the mirror. Saw something in the mirror and I don´t know what it was but after that it just stopped.

I thought that he got the flat for someone else through someone else, whom he latter killed, so the only one who knows his face is the girl. And maybe me. But I am not sure what I saw.

AVATAR SAYS

Avatarpress hm. there should be more comics about robots. somebody should get to work on that. asi 7 hodin ago from twhirl

WOMAN, LIDICE, RAVENSBRUCK

http://ona.idnes.cz/zpoved-zeny-z-lidic-muzi-a-deti-ziji-s-tim-jsme-prezily-koncentrak-1cf-/ona_ony.asp?c=A081202_122821_ona_ony_jup

W. GIBSON - AGRIPPA

http://project.cyberpunk.ru/lib/agrippa/

Medical Experiments of the Holocaust and Nazi Medicine

http://remember.org/educate/medexp.html

PEOPLE DESERVE TO BE KILLED BY SPEED MICE

http://www.cracked.com/article_15801_5-current-genetic-experiments-most-likely-destroy-humanity.html

http://www.cracked.com/article_15643_5-scientific-reasons-zombie-apocalypse-could-actually-happen.html


ok, I think I've found a new plaything

LULZ

http://www.overstream.net/swf/player/oplx?oid=uwroijnmtfso

MAGNOLIA LIKE

http://www.novinky.cz/clanek/156297-ulice-berlina-pokrylo-500-mrtvych-papousku.html

TO SEE

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076740/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090192/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093185/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387898/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0324197/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102592/

MOVIE SCRIPT DATABASE. ENVY

http://www.imsdb.com/

WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

Jon Arnason : Mrtvemu noze netreba

Noam Chomsky : Intervence

Harlan Ellison : Whatever. Short stories might be a good start.

P. K. Dick : Ubik

Don DeLillo : White Noise

Michael Chabon : Yiddish Policemen Union

Kurt Vonnegutt : Slaughterhouse No. 5

Alex Garland : The Coma

J. G. Ballard : The Best Short Stories of J. G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition

Stephen King : On Writing

Ray Bradbury : Zen in the Art of Writing

Neal Stephenson : Cryptonomicon

Josef Vesely : Lucifer a Lilit

Peter J. Carroll : Liber Null & Psychonaut

Phil Hine : Prachaos

Jennifer Van Sijll : Cinematic Storytelling: The 100 Most Powerful Film Conventions Every Filmmaker Must Know

Andrey Tarkovsky : Sculpting In Time

Mark Salisbury : Writers on Comics Scriptwriting 1

Scott McCloud : Understanding Comics, Reinventing Comics

Matt Fraction : Last of the Independents, Casanova : Luxuria

Warren Ellis : Dark Blue, Dark Blue Scriptbook, Fell, Scars, Freakangels, Doctor Sleepless: The Engines of Desire, From the Desk of Warren Ellis 1, 2,

Gerard Way : The Umbrella Academy

Alan Moore : Writing For Comics, Promethea 2, Watchmen

RUN THINGS

IMAGES

- Callahan screaming at Lennon, while standing in the burning car sale, all burning around, car corpses, dead people, Callahan all overconfident and pompously victorious for a little moment - then gets hit with something like metal plate or wooden pole with nails included.



Happens in the start of the first fight, after they fight and Callahan tries to run through nearby building. Then stops. Gets pwned a little. Then fight. Then run through the center. Then fight and cops confused, some killing. Callahan escapes. Lennon got to mindread him a little.

ON WRITING

http://www.scrypticstudios.com/columns/running_up_that_hill/kristen_simons_top_10_writing_tips_for_comic_book_writers.html

http://calebmonroe.com/?page_id=6

http://www.everything2.com/e2node/Mark%2520Twain%2527s%2520Rules%2520of%2520Writing

http://www.thrillingdetective.com/trivia/triv116.html

http://www.writingclasses.com/InformationPages/index.php/PageID/464

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=15117

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=15110

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=15085

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=15077

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=15073

TO DO WITH RAVENSBRUCK

- Formulate the complete idea for the book ON ONE PAGE. The complete ´WHAT DO I WANT TO SAY BY THIS´.

- Read Grof´s articles on reincarnation. Psychology of the Future. Things about time. Such as Hawking. Good movies. What mood do you want to establish? Study the movies that are close to that. I think that Tarkovskyi and Kelly are the first to be mentioned. And read Alan Moore interview. You know which one. The one you got. 07 I think it is. There are crucial things here.

- Buy and watch and read those three things.

http://www.amazon.com/Blessed-Abyss-Inmate-Ravensbruck-Concentration/dp/0814329209/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1228424093&sr=8-4

http://www.amazon.com/Ravensbruck-Everyday-Life-Womens-Concentration/dp/1558762191/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1228424093&sr=8-11

http://www.amazon.com/Holocaust-Ravensbruck-Buchenwald/dp/B000HEWGVU/ref=pd_bbs_sr_5?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1228424093&sr=8-5


- If the premise of the book is the oneness of the universe, then how do you demonstrate it in the book?

- Crucial for the trip - Understanding that you are the ss, you are the woman, you are ales, you are everything.

- Is the 3 acts + 2 interludes decision a right one?

- Writing AT LEAST three pages a day might be a very good idea.

- So would be coming back to more of meditation and daily exercise. Yes.

- Edgar Allan Poe´s ´Fall Into Maelstrom´ quoted as a third piece before Act I.

- ´Alice in Wonderland´ might work before act II.

- 2nd and 3rd matrices are the ones to watch, for the starters.

- There is thought about the Invisibles polaroid / my polaroid of Theresa. It might intersect. Me doing the photograph in the first interlude, reading the invisibles in the second act, watching the photograph as the first pic of the third act, while commenting why I talk with her.

- FIRST ACT TO BE DONE BY 11.12., AFTER THAT, IMMEDIATE COMPLETE REWRITE TO THE COMPUTER!

- SECOND ACT TBD 31.12.2008.

- SEND THE APPARAT SUBMISSION BY 31.12.2008, TOO



- EAT WELL AND BE NICE

INTERVIEWS TO READ

http://www.arthurmag.com/magpie/?p=1644

http://www.pipelinernd.com/MattFractionInterviewMarch.php

http://www.comicsbulletin.com/features/117099526815785.htm

THINKING OUT LOUD

- What is the horror story no-one ever made work?

- There is a definite room for a good, dirty, intelligent vampire story. The concept about family (check moleskine) sounds promising.

- The astronauts story has a vibe. Dick and Strugacki brothers and many other influences.

- The incorporation of Cocorosie´s ´Werewolf´ into a story. Probably into ´WINGS´ or ´FANGS´ or whatever I´ll call it. It should be a life of nineteen year old who´s going through rough path. He´s becoming a werewolf. And he likes SM. And does a lot of things. Like, amphetamines and so on. And DJ´s.

LIST OF WORK.

SO:

Ravensbruck, Turd, Run, Father, Dry, Wings. Some one shot exercise that might be worth reimagining the Simon Nothing concept a bit. More then enough for now, I think.


Doing the documentaries. Pitching it and doing it, whole package.

Writing the two fucking columns till´ they´re done good and proper.

And getting the money for India asap, as well as doing the bit about the lost SIM card.

And, well, buying christmas presents.

FATHER

Pic 1: Brick on the pedal. Putting it there.

Pic 2: Father watching the car go. We don´t see the whole cliff. It looks like he´s standing on a normal soil.

Pic 3: Father watching the car go. Car is now not in the pic. Still no cliff shown.

PG 2:

Pic 1: Father going away from the cliff, camera up and on him, the cliff now behind him. He´s walking away and having a puff from the freshly lighten cigarette.





This has to be the ode on escapism. How you run away, face the consequences and find out who you truly are after years of living in the world of shit that your own head made you.

Essentially, my father after forty, realising that he has to change now.

Maybe because of cancer.

Maybe.




Definitely dedicate this to your father.





Thoughts: What are your fathers dreams? What are your dreams? Which time is it happening on?

Are there flashbacks to his past?

Lost girlfriends?

Lost matches?

Lost money?

The shame?

The love?

The broken marriage?

Let´s write this so he can break free.


He´s in his second marriage. Has a woman who´s bleeding him dry. He has lost the first one. He still loves her. He´s consumed by the world of consuming. Money, ego, money, money, where is the first drop? Where is the point where he goes off?


Think American Beauty meets Kill Your Boyfriend meets Stand By Me.




Eats the trip on the beach. Then man comes to him. Nothing suggests that the trip has started. He comes through one very great experience, sharing similarities with the initiation in the Illuminatus book 1, and then understands that he´s tripping while he saves the world. So he´s back on the beach and he builds a castle from sand and smiles when the water gets it down.



The book should end in the mood of ´Plays John Cassavettes part II´.

RUN NOTES

Last pg, our ´hero´ telling this to the villain on the phone: Callahan? RUN.


So this has to be a showcase of how violence changes men. And why are men violent. This requires serious studying. Also, this has to be the most realistic, most brutal, graphic and over the top while 100 percent rooted in world as it is today.

Think Bourne Trilogy meets The Heat meets old B-Movies like Commando meets the good Crank Bits meets Unforgiven meets Scarface meets Death Wish.

Think Ellis´ RED. A bit.


Our hero has a safe place in his dreams. Why does he go and hunt Callahan down? The classic ´they killed my family´ trick? More like old friend. He has no family. Just sister. She will be killed too, with her child, unexpectedly. The story has to pull all the punches.

Callahan will be the meanest son of the bitch, which will highly contrast with the idealistic young friend of our hero from their days back.

´I think where we went wrong.´

Callahan maybe unable to help raped woman when in Somalia, then getting almost killed, horribly disfigured, lived through..has to have a good, realistic story of how he went over to the dark side.

MALEEV TALKS. QUINTESSENTIAL.

http://www.maleev.net/main/interviews.html

THE PULSE: What is a project - in comics or out - you would like to have a shot at creating? Why?

MALEEV: Something urban, something dark and horror. And light on censorship site.

THE PULSE: With each new assignment are you looking for the polar opposite of the previous one or do you like to work on similar projects? Why?

MALEEV: I don't have the opportunity to choose from tons of projects, work finds me more nowadays then I find it. It dictates my direction. I would prefer to pinch from more plates then one though.

TO WATCH

http://paradoxcomicsgroup.blogspot.com/

NOTE : DOCUMENTARIES THAT MIGHT WORK

FROM RUSSIA WITH HATE

NOTES ON BREAKCORE

..and the dubstep related one, at least those three might work just fine.

COVER IDEA

Done good and proper, might work just fine.

THE INDIA HOSTAGE SITUATION

http://zpravy.idnes.cz/teroriste-v-horicim-indickem-hotelu-stale-drzi-rukojmi-a-vzdoruji-policistum-1hz-/zahranicni.asp?c=A081127_075356_zahranicni_ipl


So much to this fucking bullshit.


Ozbrojenci v noci na dnešek obsadili také bombajské ústředí židovského chasidského hnutí Chabad Lubavič a zadržují izraelského rabína. Jeden z těchto militantů požádal indickou vládu, aby s ním jednala, výměnou nabízí propuštění rukojmích, napsala agentura Reuters.

So they get one, too.

And people from USA and GB.

"Víte, kolik lidí bylo zabito v Kašmíru? A kolik muslimů tam zabila vaše armáda tento týden?" dodal.

Point.


Indické televize hovoří o pákistánské stopě - mimo jiné proto, že atentátníci údajně připluli do Bombaje z největšího pákistánského města Karáčí. "Máme náznaky, že útočníci připluli do Bombaje na lodích a byli z Pákistánu," citoval deník Times of India nejmenovaný zdroj s tím, že policisté získali tuto informaci od zadržených teroristů.


Oh, how funny. So quick. Obama says yes, let's go to Pakistan if it's 'necessary', then, a few days after elections, this happens.


Fuck this. IT IS STAGED AGAIN.


And it's a well known fact nowadays - CIA is getting moved to India.


Fuck this.





Světoví politici teror v Bombaji ostře odsoudili. Například britský premiér Gordon Brown prohlásil, že útoky se dočkají rázné odpovědi. Svému indickému protějšku nabídl pomoc, tu hodlají Indii poskytnout i další země.

LOL,of course.


Indický premiér Manmohan Singh v projevu k národu připustil, že země nyní nedokáže teroristickým útokům čelit.

Yeah. We need help. US, GB, come save us.



Again, fuck this.

MUSIC TO LISTEN TO

http://pitchfork.com/article/record_review/147329-sunn-o-dmkirke

http://pitchfork.com/article/record_review/147285-black-milk-tronic

http://pitchfork.com/article/record_review/147580-alexis-taylor-rubbed-out

http://pitchfork.com/article/record_review/146627-deerhunter-microcastle-weird-era-cont

http://rapidshare.com/files/149474290/Various_Artists_-_Salvation_LP_Vinyl_2008__VIOLP002_-MBR.rar

http://indiepassion.blogspot.com/2008/07/middle-east-recordings-of-middle-east.html

http://indiepassion.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-joy-little-joy-2008.html

TO WATCH

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085461/

227 Lears... and I can't remember the first line.

TO BUY - CLOTHES

http://shop.hm.com/at/shoppingwindow?dept=HERR_OVE_TSHIRT&modelnum=636071&type=matching

http://shop.hm.com/at/shoppingwindow?dept=HERR_OVE_SKJ&modelnum=642371&originalmodelnum=642371&type=product

http://shop.hm.com/at/shoppingwindow?dept=HERR_ACC_TIE&modelnum=584161&type=product

http://shop.hm.com/at/shoppingwindow?dept=HERR_JEANS&modelnum=649181&type=matching#

http://shop.hm.com/at/shoppingwindow?dept=HERR_OVE_SKJ&modelnum=659751&originalmodelnum=642371&type=product

http://shop.hm.com/at/shoppingwindow?dept=HERR_OVE_SWE&modelnum=635991&type=matching#

MUSIC WORTH GETTING BACK TO

Faithless - Outrospective
The Cure - Bloodflowers
Massive Attack - 100th Window



write more.

Might work in Rbruck too

Massive Attack - Future Proof

(lyrics and ending theme)

Before act 1 ?

Rozmisteni udalosti a vzdalenosti mezi nimi se pro ruzne pozorovatele lisi a neni duvodu nektereho z nich uprednostnovat.


Stephen Hawking, Brief History of Time

pgs 29-30

THE BUG - LONDON ZOO REVIEW ARTICLE

--START WITH THE EXPERIENCE OF LONDON AND THE WAY IT CHANGED FOR YOU THROUGH THE YEARS--


BILLY CORGAN NAMED ONE OF THE LATEST SMASHING PUMPKINS ALBUM ´ZEITGEIST´. I SHALL NOT SPEAK ABOUT IT MORE THAN NECESSARY, BEFORE I FEEL THAT IT´S NOT WORTH MENTIONING EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THE ALBUM THAT TRULY CAPTURES THE ZEITGEIST, AT LEAST THE ONE THAT MOVES THROUGH THE LONDON, IS THE LATEST ONE OF KEVIN MARTIN, AKA THE BUG. HIS LATEST ALBUM, 'LONDON ZOO', IS INCORPORATING THE SO HOT DUBSTEP VIBE THAT MOVES THE EUROPE RIGHT NOW, BE IT THE SONAR FESTIVAL, FANCY VENUES OR UNDERGROUND CLUBS, WITH THE FLAWLESS RAGGA VOCALISTS WHO WANT YOU TO KNOW THINGS ABOUT THE WORLD YOU LIVE IN. THE THINGS THAT MANY PEOPLE CHOOSE NOT TO KNOW, SO THEY CAN GO BACK TO THEIR LITTLE BOXES. BUT LIKE THE SIREN, KEVIN MARTIN LURES YOU TO HIS TUNES AND TELLS YOU WHAT THIS IS.

THIS IS THE PARANOID, ANGRY, LUSTY LONDON FULL OF BLOOD AND CHOKE. THIS IS THE COCAINE AND CLUBS, THIS IS WAITING FOR THE BUS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, HOPING THAT SOME CHAV DOESN´T FUCK YOU UP FROM BEHIND JUST FOR THE FUCK OF IT. AND, FINALLY, THIS IS THE HOPE IN THE EYES OF YOUNG BOY, STANDING ON THE TOP OF SOME BUILDING IN WHITECHAPEL, WATCHING THE RUINS OF ONCE PROUD CITY, WHERE YOU COULD DANCE YOUR HEAD OFF TO THE BOWEL SHRINKING, SLOW, HUMID SUBBASS AND RAGGA VOCAL THAT SPOKE AND SUNG ABOUT THE COMING OF ESCHATON FOUR YEARS BEFORE IT HAPPENNED, WITH YOU MOVING THROUGH THE SHADOWS LIKE MARLON BRANDO IN THE END OF APOCALYPSE NOW. SO SLOW. SO FULL OF THE KNOWLEDGE. BE IT THE DANCE CLUB HIT 'POISON DART' OR FURIOUS 'ANGRY', THIS IS THE ALBUM THAT DOES NOT TAKE A MIDDLE PLACE. IT DOES GIVE A MIDDLE FINGER, MORE LIKE IT.

GET ON THE PLANE AND DANCE YOUR HEADS OFF IN THE ZOO, WHILE IT´S STILL STANDING. METRO WAGON IS FULL OF PARANOID PEOPLE WHO´RE LOOKING SIDEWAYS AT YOU. THE BUSES EXPLODE. ART GALLERIES SHOW THEIR BEST AND THE PERFORMERS ARE CHECKED BY CCTV CAMERAS EVEN NOW AS WE SPEAK. I IMAGINE KEVIN MARTIN IS SITTING RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS, RECORDING IT ALL, CHANELLING ALL THE VOICES OF LONDON, RIGHT NOW, AS WE SPEAK.

SO TUNE IN. THIS IS THE VOICE WORTH LISTENING.

PORN ARTICLE

- START WITH THE STORY THAT YOU´VE GONE THROUGH IN THE TRAIN.

- MAX HARDCORE CASE

BOING BOING ARTICLE, WHITECHAPEL

- ROBERT ROSENBERG CASE


SIMILARITIES. DIFFICULTIES. THE FACT THAT ROBERT ROSENBERG WAS FOUND NOT GUILTY AND WHY. WHY WAS HARDCORE FOUND GUILTY AND WHY IS IT A DANGEROUS CHOICE FOR AMERICA.


END WITH THE END OF THE STORY THAT YOU´VE GONE THROUGH IN THE TRAIN.

END WITH THE QUESTION.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO, BEING IN MY PLACE?




- GO THROUGH PORN RELATED BLOGS AND ARTICLES. GO THROUGH SHORT PIECES BY ELLIS AND THOMPSON. MAKE A PASSIONATE AND CLEAR ARTICLE.



- THIS IS NOT THE WAY THE WORLD SHOULD BE. MY KIDS SHOULD NOT GROW UP THE WAY THAT THEY´LL ABUSE OR LET THEMSELVES BE ABUSED FOR MONEY.


---THE BITS AFTER THE START---

I DON´T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH PORN. I LOVE PORN. I LOVE SASHA GREY AND BELLADONNA, ANAL SEX, SQUIRTING, BDSM, ETC. . NO PROBLEM AT ALL. I DO HAVE A BIG PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE USING OTHER PEOPLE SHAMELESSLY, THOUGH. I DO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE THAT ARE BEING RAISED AND RAISE THEMSELVES WITH THE FEELING THAT THEY CAN BE USED FOR THE RIGHT PRICE. I DO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE MECHANICS OF PEOPLE DOING THINGS THAT THEY DON´T WANT TO DO JUST BECAUSE ´THE MONEY ARE GOOD´. WHICH MEANS THAT I MIGHT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SOME PEOPLE FROM YOUR FAMILY TOO, YES.

FIRST THING THAT SPRINGS IN MY MIND WHEN THINKING ABOUT THE MAX HARDCORE CASE IS THIS: HE GOT PROPERLY FUCKED IN THE WAY HE DOES NOT LIKE AT ALL. GUIDE TO THE UNIVERSE, FIRST BASIC RULE - YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE. WHAT MAX HARDCORE USUALLY GAVE THE OTHER PEOPLE, FROM THE WAY HIS PORN BIZ SHINES AT ME, WAS LAND OF UNPROMISED RAPE AND UNGIVEN HONEY.

IMAGINE THIS. YOU ARE NINETEEN YEAR OLD GIRL FROM BLAH BLAH, FLORIDA. YOU WANT MONEY. YOU SIGN SOME PAPER FOR THE NICE OLD GUY WHO LOOKS A BIT LIKE JR EWING AND SMILES AT YOU ALL THE TIME, NOT READING THROUGH THE PAPERS PROPERLY, BECAUSE YOU ARE QUITE NERVOUS WITH THE WAY HE LOOKS AT YOU AND TOUCHES YOUR KNEE AND ALL THAT BUT OH HE´LL PAY YOU AND GIVE YOU THE NICE ENTRY TO THE PORN BUSINESS, OR SO YOU ARE TOLD. SOME PEOPLE MIGHT SAY THAT YOU ARE EVEN A BIT SLOW, BUT YOU DON´T CARE. YOU´RE GONNA BE A STAR.

THEN, WHILE HE´S PISSING IN YOUR MOUTH AND STICKING HIS DICK UP YOUR ASS WITHOUT LUBRICANT, THE THOUGHT THAT THIS MIGHT NOT BE AS GOOD IDEA AS IT LOOKED LIKE AT FIRST SPRINGS UP IN YOUR MIND. YOU´RE WONDERING WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU SIGN WHILE TRYING NOT TO PUKE. OH, YOU DID. NEVERMIND, IT´S ON TAPE. IT WILL BE USED.

THEN YOU´RE GIVEN FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS, SLAP ON THE ASS AND FUCK OFF, BITCH. THE USUAL PORN FEE FOR ONE GIG IS AROUND 2000.



---THE ENDING-----

I WAS LOOKING AT THE TABLE WHEN THEY WENT AWAY. I STILL LIKE TO THINK THAT THE GIRL TURNED HER HEAD FOR THE MOMENT AND SOMEHOW SAW ALL THIS IN ME, SITTING THERE WITH MY PATHETIC FRIED CHEESE AND COKE, IN HER GLANCE EXACTLY THE LOOK THAT BAMBI THROWS AT YOU WHEN RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS SET ON FIRE, IT´S MOTHER LOST FOREVER, ENTERING THE NEW, WEIRD WORLD ON ITS OWN. THEN SHE THROWS ME THE MOST CHARMING SMILE OF THE NOW-GROWN UP WOMAN AND NODS A LITTLE, FULL OF UNDERSTANDING.

DON´T BE SCARED. JUMP OUT OF THE FUCKING TRAIN.


(WHEN TALKING ABOUT THE YOUNG WOMAN IN THE TRAIN)

BUY

http://www.kosmas.cz/knihy/143136/prachaos/

TO DO ON FRIDAY

- DOWNLOAD MOEBIUS THINGS FOR THERESA´S DAD.

- WRITE SOME?

- GET NEW COMICS.

- BUY THE BOOK ON LUCID DREAMING. PACK IT NICELY.

- KEEP ON REMEMBERING THAT YOU MIGHT FEEL LIKE MENSTRUATING, EVERYTHING MORE INTENSE. KEEP THE PROFILE AS IT SUITS YOU, THAT IS, QUIET, CALM AND WIDE EYED.

TO BUY

http://www.kosmas.cz/knihy/140639/nove-teorie-vseho/

http://www.kosmas.cz/knihy/143463/dotkni-se-ran/

http://www.kosmas.cz/knihy/133175/lucidni-sneni/

http://diplomovka.sme.sk/praca/3186/post-moderne-podoby-feminizmu-prekrocenie-hranic.php

Tigre blog brazilia

http://www.nyx.cz/index.php?l=topic;id=6011

A ted neco k sobe.

Jedno z prvnich vzpominek na meho otce je ta, kdy behame kousek od panelaku kde jsme bydleli po trave a hrajeme spolu fotbal. Tezko rict, kolik mi bylo. Tri nebo pet, kdo vi. Bylo celkem hezky, pamatuju si oblohu. Bila s kouskama modre. Bez sede a cerne. Vsechno bylo tak nejak opravdovejsi.

Pak si pamatuju opileho otce. Prisel domu ze sachty a mati se s nim hadala. Nebo jenom brecela, to uz si nepamatuju. Bylo to..divny. Stal jsem tam a pak prijeli mamini rodice. Bylo to..rozbijeni krasne budovaneho detskeho kristaloveho sveta. S krasnymi idealy. Slo to samo. A skladani jde taky. Tam a zpatky. Puzzle rozbiteho narozeninoveho dortu. Trochu se zaseres a nestihnes se umyt. Tak smrdis. Vonis. Mas za uchem tresen. Trochu slehacky v ocich. Starnes.

Dalsi vzpominka. Hrabu hloubeji. Prvni dve vyplavaly samy. Treti. Davam otci ranu boxerkama, co jsem dostal na vanoce nebo na narozeniny. Otec me honi okolo postele kde spal s mamou a nadava mi. Smeju se a zaroven se ho trochu bojim. Mama se taky smeje.

Pak je otec doma v predsini a strasne opily place. Predtim jsme ho s mamou nasli na sracky opileho vzadu ve sklepe. Spal tam na bramborach. Myslim. Breci a mama ho drzi. Divam se na nej a mam ho rad. Mam dojem, ze jsem ho pohladil a rekl mu, ze bude dobre.

Dalsi. Jsme v Egypte s mamou. Mama je vazne nemocna, chodim ji pro leky. Otec prileti az za tyden, musel pry zustat kvuli praci doma. Ma milenku. Pro leky chodim mame ja. Poznavam Egypt. Libi se mi. Je tu prach a voda se pije jen koupena z obchodu. Za posteli v nasem pokoji je plisen. Otec prileta a pri potapeni si zapichne jezka do nohy.

Rok dva zpatky. Po mamine sebevrazednem pokusu mam chut otce uderit. Zachoval se zbabele. Zmrd. Odjel rano pryc a nechal ji doma. Mozna byl v soku, mozna proste chladne kalkuloval. Strasne si preju, abych ho tehdy uderil. Nedelam to. Jsem u babicky.

Otec tam moc nejezdi. Nebavi se se mnou o tom.

Rok zpatky. Otec resi telefony v aute. Nekdo vola. Zastavuje na silnici a vystupuje. Prvni moment, kdy mi dochazi, ze ma milenku. Je mi asi deset.

Terapie pokracuje. Opiram se a nejdu si pro vodu. Skrabe me v krku.

Mama ceka na vyzvednuti z nemocnice po havarce. Otec ji nevyzvedava. Vola ze nemuze, ze ma praci. Je se svoji milenkou.

Cca trinact let. Sedime u nej v byte. Milenka tam o vikendu nesmi. Rekl jsem, ze kdyz tam bude, neprijdu. Po roce nebo dvou ji zacinam tolerovat. Uz kurva nevim proc. Nastesti je nahrazena. Zpatky. Cca trinact let. Sedime u nej v byte. Nakoupili jsme si chipsy a jidlo. Haribo. A tak. Divame se na South Park. Je mi dobre.

Je mi asi patnact. Otec projizdi autem nahodne okolo po ulici a rika mi, ze chodim jak buzna. Pak jede dal.

Je mi dvacet let. Odpoustim otci. Ma druhe dite. Pojmenovali ji Charlotte. Vtipne. Moje mama se jmenuje Karla. Rika, ze se otci vraci v male Charlotte a da mu to pekne sezrat. Ale spravedlive. Bavim se.

Je mi X. Otec lze. X nahradte libovolnym cislem od 10 do 20. Opakovane se ucim odpoustet. Dokazu to a prichazi dalsi lez. Usmev. Dej mi odpusteni. Usmev. Dej mi lasku. Usmev. Shnile zuby.

Je mi dvacet. Predstavuju otci pritelkyni. Jsme v aute, ani se neotaci, resi nejaky rozhovor. Ignoruje vsechno a vsechny. Jeho posledni pritelkyne je mila. On ne. Ale zajistil ji, takze s nim je.

Coz me privadi k ..

11. cca. co je pro tebe dulezitejsi, tati? ja, nebo tvoje firma?

moje firma.

20. uz se sem nemusis vracet.

taky ze ne, tati.


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Venku zase začlo sněžit
uvnitř honěj se čerti
o pět dnů dřív než před dvěma lety
šukal sem tě u svý tety
na matraci ze zmrzlý ocele

jak si kdo lehne tak si i ustele


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Venku zase začlo sněžit
uvnitř honěj se čerti
a malý děti

Řekni bože kdo má to přežít
když stýská se mi napíše ti
ladně

Stejně neuvěřím
že nepsalo to ego
chladně

Pravdepodobně, v této době
v bratislavském bílém hrobě
nejvíc chybíš sobě sama

zastřená seš za oknama


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Vždycky jsem měl rád filmy od Kieslowszkého
pro jejich láskyplný realismus
a barvy jak z tvý sítnice

Vždycky jsem s tebou rád trávil čas
roztahuješ mi totiž snadno
zornice


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Miluju tě.

Kterou?

Kterou tebe miluju? Všechny.

Proč to říkáš? Kdyby sis tím byl jistý, neměl bys potřebu to troubit do světa.

Nejsem si jistý.

Tak proč to říkáš?

To je ten pudový já.

Ten horší já. Miluju tě.

Chceš mě?

Ano.

To je chyba. Nechtěj mě. Nechtěj nic. Nebo chtěj všechno. Ale nechtěj něco. Neupínej se na mě. Ublížíš si. A mně.

Nechci ti ublížit.

Ale ublížíš. Víš?

Vím.

Tak proč to děláš?

Protože takový jsem.

Jsi se sebou spokojený?

Ne.

Proč ne?

Chci být lepší.

Nechtěj. Nebudeš.

Proč?

Protože to budeš chtít.

Vždycky, když jsem něco chtěl, ztratilo se to.

V dětství jsem měl psa. Dva týdny. Pak jsem se vrátil domů a pes nebyl. Štěně se prodalo.
Neuměl bych se o něj postarat. Tak moc jsem ho chtěl. Teď o něm píšu a brečím. Málem.
Předtím jsem měl žábu. Skokana. Hnědého. Skákal za mnou a pak ho sežrala kočka. Skákal za mnou dva dny. Pak ho sežrala a já dal kostřičku mravencům. A fascinovaně na ni koukal.
Vybělené chtění. Chtěl jsem mít kamaráda. V dětství jsem kamarády neměl. Nikdy.

I tu žábu kočka zabila.

A co? Možná mě to posílilo. A nebo zdevastovalo. Třetí vráska na čele, zleva doprava, žába. Jizva na prstu, štěně, ahoj, měj se hezky. Křeček mi pošel na otravu jídlem a druhý stářím.

Želva utekla.


Vypíšu ze sebe svoje démony. Automatizovaně. Z okna na mě kape studenej vzduch a pivo je vypitý, prázdná flaška. Prázdná kulka, nábojnice bez prachu. Oheň co vyvane moc brzo, protože žhnul jasným plamenem. Jasnějším než ty ostatní.

Ahoj mami. Ahoj tati. Hele, a jsem tam zpátky. Jsi na posteli, jako bys spala. Dloubu do tebe a ty nic. Spíš? Asi ne. Včera jste se hádali v koupelně. Hodně hádali, já se vždycky bál, že jeden druhýmu něco uděláte. Byli jste úplně mimo sebe. Ani jsem tam nebyl. Pro vás.

A teď jsi taková Šípková Růženka. Nebo spíš prášková. Dala sis rohypnoly a něčím je zapila. Táta pak říkal, že jsi je prý vyzvracela, že tě prý donutil. Nevěřím mu, je lhář. A svině. Nenávidím ho. Třesu s tebou a začínám asi brečet a bojím se a jdu dolů pro sousedku co je zdravotnice a volám ji a říkám můj otec je kokot a idiot od malého desetiletého kluka to asi zní pěkně tvrdě. Mami? Jsi tam ještě? Budou tady za chvilku. Neboj. Vyzvracej to, lavor je tady u postele. Mami? Budeš v pořádku? Mami? Mami? Ahoj mami, já za tebou přijdu, kde budeš, v nemocnici? Ahoj tati, ty zkurvysynu, vypadni, nenávidím tě. Dlažební kostky před domem a my na nich stojíme a já ti dávám facku a dneska si už ani nepamatuju jestli jsem ti ji vážně dal nebo je to jenom moje projekce ale jdeš pryč a já tě nenávidím, protože jsi věděl že umře a nenávidím sebe, protože tě chápu, jsem malý ale chápu tak dobře, chci umřít, nemůžu.

Facka. Ahoj mami. Kde to jsi? Hodně pro mě znamenáš. V dětství jsi mi četla, ještě když jsem byl v tvým břiše, tak jsi mi četla a já pak uměl číst a říkali o mě že jsem talentovaný a nadaný, a já se přitom bál dětí protože byly zlé. Jednou mě zavřely do skříně a já tam musel zůstat a nemohl jsem ven a vždycky jsem se bál tmy, už když jsem byl malý a strejda mě dusil pod peřinou, vždycky jsem se hrozně bál tmy, a upírů a vetřelce a vlkodlaků a zlých lidí a hlavně sebe. Jsi na psychiatrii, mami? Proč tady jsi? Jsi chytrá a úžasná maminko, miluju tě.

Všude je bílo a postele jsou jakoby z plastu a ty tam ležíš a díváš se na mě a držíš pláč na krajíčku a studem by ses nejraději propadla do země a já tě miluju a říkám že to všechno bude dobrý mami zase to všechno bude dobrý a táta se kaje že asi bude zase ten starý dobrý táta co mě miloval a uměl to dát najevo a hrál si se mnou a vodil mě za ruku a obejmul mě a teď už jenom čekám až bude umírat protože pak mě možná obejme zase. A pak budu strašně bohatý. Dost možná. A bude mi to jedno protože přijdu o tebe tati, a uvědomím si kým jsi vlastně byl doopravdy.

Chci druhý pivo ale jde to samo tak nepřestanu. Díváš se na mě a vybavuje se mi tvoje ruka, bledá a úplně jemná, připomínáš mi jednu holku co jsem se do ní nedávno zamiloval, je stejně hubená a krásná jako ty, mami, a já nevím, všechno mě to bolí, bojím se že když řeknu co je ve mně opravdu tak umřu, že se mi zhroutí svět, že neskončím, ale vrátím se tam kde už jsem byl, že zase budu ten malý kluk co nikam nepatří...a venku fouká vítr a trochu prší, bolí mě záda, včera jsem v hospodě potkal léčitele, byl našrot, ale pomohl mi, a řekl o holce se kterou jsem tam byl že je krásná a bohyně a o mě že jsem nádherný člověk a šahal na nás a pomohl nám, a já vím že měl pravdu, a říkal že se ucházím o její přízeň a měl pravdu, já si lžu, lžu sám sobě pořád dokola a dokola a dělám a vidím věci jinak než jsou, a třeba z tohohle bude dobrý román, píšu Evě a přitom vím, že to jediné co chci je být Adam co ho nakonec něco vykoupí a zachrání, ne jako vždycky. Ahoj mami, kdy tě pustí domů?


Miluju každý měsíc jinou a díky hezkému ksichtu mi to prochází. Umím šukat, asi. A umím hnusně opouštět, protože když mě přestaneš bavit, nemám na to, abych se ti podíval do očí. Ahoj, degraduju mužskou rasu. Nedegraduju. Jsem nejvyšší vývojový článek, mediálně protlačovaný sameček, co ho chce každá šukat. Podívala ses mi do očí. Aha, ahoj. Achjo.

Any way that you want me, holka. Miluju tě a každou jinou taky. Miluju tvého nemožného přítele, co se neumí oblíkat. Miluju tvoji dceru. Jsem koncentrovaná prázdnota, recyklát ničeho, krásný obal a slupka mi hnije. Kloužu životem po vaginálním sekretu a spermatu, večírcích, laciných orgíích s koksem a nudnou týdenní šichtou, na kterou seru, protože můžu peníze vytřískat z otce, i to jsem já, bojíš se mě?


Potkanovi nedávám nažrat. Máti ho rozmazlovala, já ne. Co to znamená? Pláču když vidím jak ubližuju. Pláču když je mi ubližováno. Často nepláču navenek. Pláču uvnitř a slzy my rozežírají srdce.


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Neopichas zenu blizniho sveho. Rad bych. Jenze, kde najdete zrelaxovanejsi bytost, nez je s chuti sukajici holka, ktera si uziva kazdou sekundu? A to nemluvim jen o sexu. Postkoitalni ticho je asi ctyrikrat tissi. Vydechy hlasitejsi, cigareta chutnejsi. Vite ze budete muset bezet. Teda, aspon ty budes muset. A s chuti si predstavujes, co by se stalo, kdyby nahodou vesel dovnitr ten chlapec. Nebo jeji manzel. Nebo milenka. Jo, i to se stava. Haha. Parkrat.

A to psani potom. Proste se usmejes, sednes si ve tri rano ke stolu a pises. Nebo sedis na kraji postele a divas se na ni, jak spi, dlouhe vlasy pohozene pres pulku postele, ruka visici bezvladne smerem k zemi, rty hezky pokroucene. Venku vane vlahy vetrik a ty si spokojene zalozis ruce za hlavu a lehnes vedle. Zadne jistoty? Naprosta jistota, one night stand terapie to obcas resi.

No a rano se vzbudis a v lepsim pripade se v klidu rozloucite, spokojene, celkem vroucne, mozna jeste sex na dobre rano a ahoj. V horsim pripade zdrhas oknem, pokud zije v prizemi, pripadne ma dum. Pokud jste na hotelu a je ti s ni dobre, zaplatis pokoj na dalsi den, zalezes zpatky a objednas jidlo. A sampanske. Klitoralni psina.

No a kdyz uz jednou vylezes ven, tak se podivas do slunce, strcis si ruku pred oci a zarves ´kurva, diky!´. A jdes delat neco konstruktivniho, jako treba o tom psat. Stejne svuj zivot miluju.


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Paul v tom bytu nebydlel. Ne, von se tam jenom přechodně nastěhoval. Tohle je jen řešení nakrátko, nic trvalýho. Plánoval se přestěhovat do lepší čtvrti, hned jak najde práci a vyleze z kanálu. Plánoval si najít práci. Plánoval si naplánovat, jak si najde práci. Paul byl kokot.

Nejhorší na tom všem bylo, že to vo sobě moc dobře věděl. Měl pocit, že to nedopadne dobře. Zítra ráno mu pokojem proletí ocelová koule. Nebo tu půlku střechy baráku utrhne minometná palba. Zkurvení Číňani. Zkurvenej člověk. Zasraná planeta.

Paul hodně nadával. Taky ho hodně bolela hlava. Bejt on, taky by mě bolela. Jak říkám, byl to kokot. Ale měl sem ho rád. Každý ráno mi dones nažrat, jednou nechal poblíž rozečtenýho, napůl rozžvejkanýho Heideggera, takže byl možná neschopnej, ale rozhodně ne blbej. Nebo může bejt člověk, co čte Heideggera, blbej? To jde vidět na očích, že člověk není blbej. Ne jako my.

Venku chcalo. Všichni psi z celýho Londýna se najednou rozhodli pochcat a náš barák byl kurva nechutnej patník, ale dobře se jim do něj chcalo. Tohle není eufemismus.

„eegře, pocem.“

Paul mě volal. Rozplácnutej ve svým trůně ze starejch povlečení a kusů kartonu na mě mává rukou, ve který měl něco k žrádlu, zatímco se druhou z nich drbal na koulích. Hehe, mě vlastně taky svěděj. Podrbal sem se a šel.

„Heideggře, pocem. Hodnej pejsek.“

A je to venku. Píčovina. Kolik z Vás asi tak uvěří, že tohle píše pes, co? He he. Chtěl jsem říct, haf, kokoti. Dneska už těch psů v Londýně stejně moc není. Většinu sežere rákosník. Ty vole, kuře.


Co sem to?

Jo, jmenuju se Heidegger a sem pes. Pes v Londýně. Abych byl přesnej, pes v Londýně roku 1458, a tohle je můj příběh.

Válka začala v roce 1420 a trvala tři dny. Z lidstva zbylo pár hoven, co si po svejch malejch podrážkách rozšlapal Čárlí. Teda, aspoň pokud de o Londýn. Dál sem nikdy nebyl.

Četli ste 1384 vod Orwella? Jestli jo, tak si domyslete celej Londýn, třikrát obrácenej naruby, a máte obraz. Zašuměnej jako mrtvej kanál. Teda, jak mrtvola v kanálu. Policejní psi. Rekrutovali hlavně buldoky, ale občas se přihlásila i jiná rasa. Dobrmani byli idioti, ale co sežereš z dobrmana? Tak je Čárlí zaměstnával. Zbytek se jed. Což je, kol a kolem, důvod, proč dřepím v kanálu s ožralou. Nevzali mě.

Nepřátelskej režim? Číňani? Kolaborant? Ale, neser mě. Co mám dělat? Mám štěňata. Jsou hladový a tak. Určitě. Někde. Jo, tak úplně s tím nesouhlasim, ale bylo by fér mít dobrej pelech a žrádlo každý ráno a večer a jednou za tejden fenu. Takhle to prej řešej.

Bílej s flekem na uchu to říkal, než se šel nahlásit. Byl malej a hloupej, určitě ho nevzali. Kdyby mu někdo řek, vyhlašujeme stávku a přestáváme žrát psy, tak by si šel první stoupnout do řady na volební pesguláš.

Paul teď spí. Docela chrápe, ale je příjemně rytmickej a pravidelnej, žádný chrchlání. Ze stropu na něj kapala voda, tak sem ho přikryl a šel sem se projít ven, provázenej do tmy jeho vytrvalym chrapotem a pocitem, že někde za rohem na mě číhá rota průserů připravená mě vymáchat do hněda a dát usušit na gril. Horkej.



Čína vytvořila kurevskou poptávku po dýňovejch semínkách. Loupanejch. Lidi se po nich mohli utlouct. Mlátili do sebe vším, co bylo po ruce. Zkurvený Číňani. Na fotbalovejch stadionech se kvůli většímu zisku začaly i housky na hot dogy sypat dýňovejma semínkama. Organizace za záchranu planety se mohly udělat, když viděly, jak v Americe na bejsbolu žerou vyžraný dětičky dýňový semínka. Vir, co v nich byl, spustil po nějaký době solidní vlny agresivity. „Ahoj, dáš si dýňový semínko? Kopkopkopkopkop.“ Lidem začalo přepínat a tak. Já je nežral, sem alergickej na zdravý jídlo.

Vylez sem ven složitou sítí tunelů. Kecám, prostě jsem se proplazil rourou a prohrabal trochou svinstva. Kapky mi padaly na čumák a celej jsem zplihnul. Tahle čtvrť, kde sme bydleli, byla fajn. Šedá, pochmurná, za každým rohem zmrd, co tě chce sežrat nebo udat, černou oblohou zářej blikající červený světýlka nadzemky a nedaleko je hlavní ulice, kde se dá z restaurace vyčórovat kus stejku a když seš dost rychlej, zvládneš zdrhnout. Poslední bufáč byl ostrej, plazil sem se tam ventilačkou a spadnul sem do pánskejch hajzlů na nějakýho chlapa. Evidentně nevěděl, co má dělat, tak sem se mu vychcal na noviny, který měl rozložený v klíně, na kterej sem spad a rychle sem zdrhnul předním vchodem. Byl sem tak podělanej strachy, že sem se ani nestih porozhlídnout po flákotě. Ten chlap měl fakt hnusný oči, byl oslizlej a tlustej a zpocenej. A ten smrad. Fuj.

Tak v půlce uličky sem se zastavil, nasál vzduch a spokojeně si vydech. Vodfrk. A zase výdech. Smažený ještěrky. Masala. Kupa hoven vedle mý pravý zadní packy. Mrtvola. Pak taky ten výbornej pach z kavárny na rohu, ne že bych pil kafe, ale občas si líznu. Docela mi to šlape. Mrtvola. Eee? Mrtvola. Ne že by to bylo neočekávaný, tady se kupěj co dva dny, když někdo z bílejch vyleze nahoru, nebo když chytěj někoho když dělá co nemá, nebo jenom tak, ale tahle prostě smrdí jinak než mrtvoly obyčejně smrděj.

A rozhodně to není tím, že jí chybí hlava. Divný. Napůl zahrabaná mezi popelnicema, použitejma šprckama, kupou starýho shnilýho květáku, vypadá dost použitě. Vrah byl umělec, to se pozná. Takový aranžmá. Krásný barvy, a ten kontrast bílohnědýho květáku s oranžovočervenou zdí. Ou.

„Pomalu se otoč, zmrde.“

Tak sem se otočil. Páni, takhle hnusnýho buldoka sem už dlouho neviděl. Malej, uslintanej, špekatej, hnusnej, buldok. Definice eklovitosti.

„Cos mu udělal, zmrde?“

Oprava. Malej, uslintanej, špekatej, hnusnej, policejní buldok. Chvilku sem se mu nějak snažil v duchu vysvětlit, že já nic, ale zavilej pohled v jeho očích mě tak ňák přesvědčil, že když vemu kramle, tak vyhraju.

Buldoci nejsou rychlý. Sou to pomalý lemry. Ale sou to pomalý a zákeřný lemry, takže maj obvykle za rohem nachystaný dva dobrmany. Tak sem radši hodně pomalu kapituloval a svěsil vocas mezi nohy dřív, než mi ho ti vytupírovaní kokoti rozšmelcujou na hadry.

Špičatý uši, kožený obojky, nonšalantně vyceněný zuby a v očích pohledy, který by obsahem inteligence sotva předběhly přejetou užovku.

„Aport, mamrdi.“

Spásnej to nápad. Kopnul sem mezi ně klacík a ty kopyta se srazily. Profičel sem mezi nima a zdrhal, jako by mě chtěl vojet sám Satan. Všechno se začalo zrychlovat, a to sem si ani nedal kafe. Zeď. Pochcaná vod Egberta. Doleva. Doris v uličce. Zdrhat dál, na feny není čas. Všechno dostalo ten rozmazanej efekt a pak najednou dostalo jinej efekt, takovej kotrmelcovej, protože sem zakop a rozmáz se mezi popelnice, kde sem se za mohutnýho řinčení efektně zašprajcoval.

Kucka mě vytáhly za ocas. Fér, evidentně tupírujou rádi, moje chlouba vypadala jak reklama na jatka. Není dobrý vidět vlastní ocas v takovym stavu. Opřel sem se o zem a nechal se zchladit vodou s kaluže. Plesk. Jedna dvě, buldok de. Tři čtyři, už mi jebnul prackou po hlavě. Glo. Glo.
Glogloglo.

Aaaaaaa. Ufffff. Aaaaaa. Glo. Aaaaa. Glo. Aaaaaaaa.

„Budeš mluvit?“ vypadal zavile jak Telly Savalas, ten herec, co hrál kdysi dávno Ramba.
A evidentně taky neměl zrovna rád záhady.

=======

"A tak jsme se rozhodli vyhlásit válku proti židlím." skončil větu. Ani sem neměl chuť si opravit spadlou čelist. Tupě sem na něj civěl. Na výklady historie od šéfa naší pobočky nejsem zvyklej. Potáh sem si z příruční ampule methadonu a buňky v těle se mi začaly zklidňovat. Daly si šlofíka.

"Pohyb způsobuje spalování tuků. Být štíhlý je být zdravý. Sedět znamená tloustnout. Být tlustý znamená být nemocný. Být nemocný znamená být neproduktivní." Bolela mě z něj hlava. Mohlo mu bejt tak okolo padesátky. Byl celkem vypracovanej, bez tuku, s ksichtem vytlačenym nahoru tak blbě, jak to dokáže provýst jen jeden určitej plastickej chirurg na éteru, co dělá bejvalejm hvězdám nový ksichty, který se honesej tím, že jsou tak podivně šeredný, až se staly děsným trendem. Z kvádra mu lezly bicepsy. Určitě měl pod ním tenký upnutý bílý tričko. Seděl pohodlně rozvalenej ve svým velkým koženým křesle, velkejma rukama si rozbaloval stříkačku. Měl naučenej grif. V práci je třeba relaxovat.

Pak se zarazil, podíval se na mě. Nic sem neřek, jen sem ho pozoroval. Ani sem neseděl, nebylo kam. Podíval se na mě nedůvěřivym pohledem a hrábnul do šuflíku svýho starýho dřevěnýho stolu. Fakt pěknej stůl. Vytáhnul fotku a ukázal mi ji. Snažil sem se nepoprskat.

"Když se někdy cítím špatně, vytáhnu tuhle fotku." ty vole .. "..byl jsem ve stádiu akutní židlofixace." ty vole .. jo, byl to von. Byl na tý fotce širokej jak dlouhej a docela usměvavej a jinej. Vypadal jak ti lidi, co hráli počitačový hry na síti předtím, než to zakázali. Vypadal jak flák masa a špeku rozteklej přes celou židli. "Teď už můžu sedět. Jsem spokojený a nejsem na židli fixovaný. Když se na ni podívám, jsem šťastný za to, kým jsem dnes. Už nepotřebuju židli. Ale to proto, že jsem morálně silný, na ní mohu zase sedět. Běžní lidé to nemusí unést. To riziko nemůže stát podstupovat."

Byl na tý fotce fousatej a vypadal jak trpaslík, co uvíznul v jeskyni mezi šutrama a museli ho tam denně vykrmovat tunama loje. Kousal sem se do rtu. Tyjo. "Abych si teď dokázal svou nezávislost na židlích, chodím denně do posilovny. Rozbiju tam o zeď dvacet židlí každý den. Každý den tam je připravených dvacet židlí speciálně pro mě. Znovu jsem se narodil, když jsem rozbil svou první židli." A pak si sedneš, ty idiote, dodal sem v duchu.

"Zpět k tomu, proč tu jste. Vy chcete služební auto?"

"Ano."

"Byl jste na testech z náchylnosti k židloismu?"

"Ano."

Podíval se do lejster. Kejval hlavou a pak mě probod pohledem. Zase.

"Váš bratr vyráběl židle?"

"Ano. Černá ovce rodiny, pane."

"Dostanete ho."

"Auto?"

"Ne, bratra. Pak dostanete auto. Přemýšlejte o tom. Nemůžeme dovolit lidem, aby jen tak seděli. A ještě něco. Existuje malý klub. Chodíme tam testovat židle. Křesla. Dokonce i pohovky. Samozřejmě k výzkumným účelům. Jen my, silní jedinci. Vezmu vás tam dnes večer v osm."

"Dobře."

"Jděte." Nastřelil se.


Otočil sem se na podpatku a vyšel ze dveří. Vrátil sem se zpátky do kóje a pustil pracovní screen. Možná mi to auto přece jenom daj.

=========


Slysis to?

Je to vsude. Evoluce. Jsme propojeni.

Mavam rukou a vidim, kam se bude pohybovat. Divas se mu do oci a vidis svou budoucnost. Usmivas se, protoze vis, ze oni dva jsou svoji. Vlak se pohybuje a ty rozsirujes zrak, vidis obema okny zaroven, leva i prava strana krajiny jsou tentyz svet.

Umirame a menime se. Ucime se bat zmeny abychom se ji bat prestali. Ucime se ji zacit zacit bat abychom mohli znovu pokracovat v kruhu? Jdeme vys.

Slysis to?

Je to vsude. Evoluce. Jsme propojeni.




Jdeme niz a vys a do stran a do nepojmenovaneho, ktere slovo nepojmenovane vystihuje a nevystihuje zaroven. Oroboros se usmiva sklebem a Boris Vian zacina psat prvni chladnokrevny krvavy roman, Capote se probouzi o par let pozdeji a dostava stejny napad. Jdeme na snidani k Tiffanny's a sedime s Borgesem a Ecem u stolu, skodolibe po sobe hazime kousky croissantu, zatimco opodal sedi zady otoceny Stephen Hawking.

Zahrady pod nami jsou zality sluncem
my jsme zality sluncem
cela terasa je
zalita
zlutou
(ne tou barvou plastovych ubrusu ve skolce)
tou zlutou co mela sukne neci matky,
vidim ji jako nahle seslany pravdivy upon
(ach pravda, to klise, ten vyhonek co spi se lzi)
to kliste
jako ktere ses ji chytal
co jsem to ano sukne tve matky byla zluta jako slunce na terase
toho dne co jsme se na sebe smali

nepojmenovaneho. Clive Barker by mel radost, konec koncu i jeho Candyman byl jen bytost touzici po lasce. Touha zabranuje videt lasku okolo? Vzduch naplneny laskou? Mozna jen zplostuje videni

co to tu placam.

S kym ze se to dneska budes milovat, honey?

V prvni rade se sebou, lasko,
navzdy

watching laaaaav grou
forever.

Ian Curtis sedi s Richeym Edwardsem a Johnem Constantinem na moste a bavi se o emech. 'This is why emo's unnerve they find it all a different story' rika Ian, zatimco cestuje v case a hladi se s casem nastavajicim. Richey se diva dolu z mostu a ma ve tvari vazne oprosteny vyraz. Constantine se miluje s cigaretou, opreny jen v triku o jeden z piliru mostu. Ian skace Richey se vesi a z 4REAL kape na chodnik krev do kaluze tvaru srdce. Kraviho, lidskeho, rybiho? Na tom nezalezi. Srdce. Constantine drzi James Dean posse co vlastne neni poza (tedy je poza nutne neco hraneho? pokud ne je to poza, navic archetypalni, radne (stejne jako tenhle hypertext).

Richey skace Leonardo skace Virginie Ledoyen skace a my skaceme spolu s nimi. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it.

I'm not waiting for it to hit me anymore

it hit me

hit me

it's me

it's

=========

TO DO. TO DO DOOO TOO DOOO.

http://bestdocumentaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/magical-egypt-temple-in-man.html

http://bestdocumentaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-swan-impact-of-highly-improbable.html

http://bestdocumentaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-history-of-american-empire.html


++++


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fifth_dimension

http://everythingforever.com/einstein.htm

http://everythingforever.com/st_order3.htm

http://everythingforever.com/st_order5.htm

Laplace

An intellect which at a certain moment would know all forces that set nature in motion, and all positions of all items of which nature is composed, if this intellect were also vast enough to submit these data to analysis, it would embrace in a single formula the movements of the greatest bodies of the universe and those of the tiniest atom; for such an intellect nothing would be uncertain and the future just like the past would be present before its eyes.

– Essai philosophique sur les probabilités, Introduction. 1814

TO DO WHEN IN JIHLAVA.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurora_Borealis

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_goddess

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selene

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ravensbr%C3%BCck_concentration_camp

http://www.jewishgen.org/ForgottenCamps/Camps/RavensbruckEng.html

http://www.amazonation.com/Artemis.htm


http://www.google.cz/search?um=1&hl=cs&lr=&client=firefox-a&channel=s&rls=org.mozilla:cs-CZ:official&hs=5u4&q=world%20war%20prague&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=iw


http://www.amazon.com/Holocaust-Ravensbruck-Buchenwald/dp/B000HEWGVU/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1224796063&sr=8-2

http://www.amazon.com/Ravensbruck-Everyday-Life-Womens-Concentration/dp/1558762191/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1224796063&sr=8-12


http://www.newsarama.com/comics/100823-Morrison-Superman3.html

The next installments should be read. There should be more books on Grant Morrison and Alan Moore.


http://www.uploadjockey.com/download/276851/end_sounds_of_disaster.rar

http://rs531.rapidshare.com/files/156503384/Scarling._-_So_Long_Scarecrow__2005_.rar

http://www.dnb-sets.de/?suche=fexomat

Not sure about this.

Shit.

/GW324H328

They´re going to kill Obama if he wins. Isn´t it what happens?

Freya

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navagraha

Graha (from Sanskrit ग्रह gráha -- seizing, laying hold of, holding[1]) is a 'cosmic influencer' on the living beings of mother Bhumidevi (earth). In Hindu Astrology, the Navagraha (Sanskrit: नवग्रह, nine planets or nine realms) are some of these major influencers.

Lovers

Dreaming and Meditation and Black Holes.

Had great deal of cinematic dreams tonight.
Cars struck, total traffic jam on the road to nowhere, people obviously running from something. Hear someone screaming. People running. Ha, people quite similar to infected from 28 days later. Thank you Alex. They come and catch you and jam black matter from their heads down your throat and then you turn. Come night, there is huuuuuuuuge black hole opened right above us. We watch it, fascinated. There´re more, they come and go, stars are quivering like their permanency now entered a 5-min-to-stay level.

Found out that I can change my dream by simply thinking it, suppose I´m entering lucidity a little bit. Woke up, thought, dreamed again, differently, all in five seconds.

Suppose it has something to do with meditation, which I got quite used to lately.

Have a nice day, you furry bastards you.

Love you

A.

Terrorism Fear Could Create Psychosomatic Epidemic, Feds Warn

Americans' fear of a terrorism could create a mass outbreak of a psychosomatic illness -- even in the absence of any real attack -- -- creating a fake epidemic that could overwhelm hospitals attempting to treat real victims.

http://blog.wired.com/27bstroke6/2008/09/terrorism-fear.html

It's interesting to me how we defang our nightmares -- by mocking them, but also by wearing their skins.

Warren Ellis

Thiel and Company. Who owns Facebook?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/2008/jan/14/facebook


Thiel's philosophical mentor is one René Girard of Stanford University, proponent of a theory of human behaviour called mimetic desire. Girard reckons that people are essentially sheep-like and will copy one another without much reflection. The theory would also seem to be proved correct in the case of Thiel's virtual worlds: the desired object is irrelevant; all you need to know is that human beings will tend to move in flocks. Hence financial bubbles. Hence the enormous popularity of Facebook. Girard is a regular at Thiel's intellectual soirees. What you don't hear about in Thiel's philosophy, by the way, are old-fashioned real-world concepts such as art, beauty, love, pleasure and truth.

The internet is immensely appealing to neocons such as Thiel because it promises a certain sort of freedom in human relations and in business, freedom from pesky national laws, national boundaries and suchlike. The internet opens up a world of free trade and laissez-faire expansion. Thiel also seems to approve of offshore tax havens, and claims that 40% of the world's wealth resides in places such as Vanuatu, the Cayman Islands, Monaco and Barbados. I think it's fair to say that Thiel, like Rupert Murdoch, is against tax. He also likes the globalisation of digital culture because it makes the banking overlords hard to attack: "You can't have a workers' revolution to take over a bank if the bank is in Vanuatu," he says.

If life in the past was nasty, brutish and short, then in the future Thiel wants to make it much longer, and to this end he has also invested in a firm that is exploring life-extension technologies. He has pledged £3.5m to a Cambridge-based gerontologist called Aubrey de Grey, who is searching for the key to immortality. Thiel is also on the board of advisers of something called the Singularity Institute for Artificial Intelligence. From its fantastical website, the following: "The Singularity is the technological creation of smarter-than-human intelligence. There are several technologies ... heading in this direction ... Artificial Intelligence ... direct brain-computer interfaces ... genetic engineering ... different technologies which, if they reached a threshold level of sophistication, would enable the creation of smarter-than-human intelligence."

So by his own admission, Thiel is trying to destroy the real world, which he also calls "nature", and install a virtual world in its place, and it is in this context that we must view the rise of Facebook. Facebook is a deliberate experiment in global manipulation, and Thiel is a bright young thing in the neoconservative pantheon, with a penchant for far-out techno-utopian fantasies. Not someone I want to help get any richer.

Russia now.

http://current.com/items/84906361_from_russia_with_hate

Roger Ebert: I like

From Roger's review of Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo (0 stars): "The movie created a spot of controversy in February 2005. According to a story by Larry Carroll of MTV News, Rob Schneider took offense when Patrick Goldstein of the Los Angeles Times listed this year's Best Picture nominees and wrote that they were 'ignored, unloved, and turned down flat by most of the same studios that . . . bankroll hundreds of sequels, including a follow-up to Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo, a film that was sadly overlooked at Oscar time because apparently nobody had the foresight to invent a category for Best Running Penis Joke Delivered by a Third-Rate Comic.'

"Schneider retaliated by attacking Goldstein in full-page ads in Daily Variety and the Hollywood Reporter. In an open letter to Goldstein, Schneider wrote: 'Well, Mr. Goldstein, I decided to do some research to find out what awards you have won. I went online and found that you have won nothing. Absolutely nothing. No journalistic awards of any kind. . . . Maybe you didn't win a Pulitzer Prize because they haven't invented a category for Best Third-Rate, Unfunny Pompous Reporter Who's Never Been Acknowledged by His Peers. . . .'

"Schneider was nominated for a 2000 Razzie Award for Worst Supporting Actor, but lost to Jar-Jar Binks."

lol

Ahh sweet fuck. Amanda Palmer.

One of the most stunning women I´ve ever met.

Olivia Williams. Purrr.

Steam Devils

http://mysterytopia.com/2008/09/steam-devils.html

Steam devil season is underway. In late summer-early fall when waters are still warm but morning air is growing cold, little tornadoes of steam are often seen dancing across lake surfaces.

Iowa photographer Mike Hollingshead caught this one at sunrise on August 29th.

Steam devils appear when vapor released by a warm lake condenses rapidly in cooler air above. Light winds spin condensing plumes of steam into dancing columns. The bigger the lake, the bigger the devils.

Steam devils on Lake Superior have been observed to rise 1500 ft tall!

Russian Posters

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bpx/sets/72057594117941491/show/


Still. Artist knows no borders.

Oh, hai. New place to visit.

http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2008/09/most-alien-looking-place-on-earth.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socotra

ana

..and his words echoed in my mind,

"To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool."

and I´ve done everything all the time, all the passing illusion swept away.

Those were just two beers, and Rousseau´s social contractions have already started.
I felt wonderfully ill.
Old Murder crawled it´s way from the void underneath cupboard, purred and done stuff against my leg once again.
I am merciful. I am nothing. I am pretentious.

All that happenned, in the end, was the fact that there was no end,
since the wheel kept on turning, since we began to come back to it after understanding that this is the purpose of love.

She cried a little. Relief.

I went as far as I could.

50 Incredible Film Posters From Poland

Wow.

http://wellmedicated.com/inspiration/50-incredible-film-posters-from-poland/

FLIPPER GOES AWOL

DOLPHIN ATTACKS. I choose to give you the best of this thread.



"Never trust an animal that smiles all the time." -Terry Pratchett, referring to dolphins.

Connor soon realised that these male gangs were after just one thing: sex. A trio-let's call them the Sharks-will kidnap a sexually receptive female from her normal group and hold her prisoner for a month or more. There is no gentle courtship. Instead the Sharks herd their trophy around, using brute force including thumping and biting to keep her moving where they want. Meanwhile they mate with her, either one at a time or sometimes simultaneously.

God I want to eat dolphin.

A marine biologist friend of mine once called dolphins the assholes of the sea. No one ever believes me. If the cannibal squid, death snakes, or fucking goblin sharks don't get you, the rape dolphins will.

As Terry Pratchett also points out - we know dolphins are intelligent because when they attack humans they make sure they never leave any survivors.

There was a protest outside my workplace yesterday against Japan killing dolphins. I wanted to make a quick sign that said "rapists of the ocean," but my lunch break was over.

...is there a species of animal that doesn't rape? Because, ever since I was six and discovery channel had fruit bat rape, I just assumed that this was standard in kingdom animalia. The gay rapist necrophiliac duck thing just confirmed it for me, really.

On a weird note...monkeys aren't much better. The fam and I went to the zoo and, swear to God, watched a chimp wrestle the head off a dead bird and fuck the neckhole. Should've taken video, I know.

Hanuka comes early this year.

Asaf Hanuka. Brother of Tomer Hanuka. Both incredibly talented and worth taking a look at. Tomer Hanuka´s ´The Placebo Man´ is recommended. By the way, it´s funny.
They´re from Israel.

Although the assembly of the shots is responsible for the structure of the film, it does not, as is generally assumed, create its rhythm; the distinct time running through the shots makes the rhythm of the picture, and the rhythm is determined not by the length of edited pieces, but by the pressure of the time that runs through them. The pieces that won’t edit, that can’t be properly joined, are those which record a radically different kind of time.

- Tarkovsky

More weird dreams

Been almost arrested for murdering 23 people (were they really 23?) by supposedly giving them cookie that made them suicidal. The cops must have been fucking high themselves.

Then adopted miscarriage that was alive and so small, found in the dustbin. Whoever she or he was, beautiful is the right word. Some man in the weird house wanted it, didn´t give it to him, didn´t have money for food myself, so I went outside with some friends and thought about how to get money for babyfood. Put the dustbin (yes, been carrying you there all the time) to the wall when searching for right bus on the bus stop, turned back, it wasn´t there, just saw the seconds before.

Woke up.

Slow Club - Let´s Fall Back In Love

Warren Ellis recommended, Ales Kot downloaded, listened, loved.

Two vocals, beautiful, happy, nonpretentious music that makes you want to give the pure pleasure and happiness kisses to everyone around you.



http://www.edisk.cz/stahni/88489/Slow_Club-Lets_Fall_Back_In_Love-_EP_-2008-SPEEDYGONZALES.rar_20.12MB.html

Haw.

Codex Seraphinianus

The Codex Seraphinianus is a book written and illustrated by the Italian architect and industrial designer Luigi Serafini during thirty months, from 1976 to 1978.[1] The book is approximately 360 pages long (depending on edition), and appears to be a visual encyclopedia of an unknown world, written in one of its languages, a thus-far uneciphered alphabetic writing.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codex_Seraphinianus

http://rapidshare.com/files/140553092/Codex.Seraphinius.1983.zip.html

Apocalypse meow.

Have to make this note. Hardcore dreams again, this time coded in czech, not enough free time to translate right now.

moje dnesni byla v praze,
zase vzdaleny vybuch atomovky tusim, tentokrat nevideny, ale pak prisla potopa,
dalsi obvykly motiv, stal jsem na karlove moste a snazil se dostat nekam pryc, citil jsem trochu strach, zvlastni survival pocit, strach ze smrti nemam, spis z bolesti pri umirani tusim, nechci umirat v nejake velke bolesti, spis jako by usinat. cele mesto zalevala voda jako kdyby nad nim stalo male dite s konvici a lilo ji na jedno misto nekde primo dovnitr strev mesta a to zvracelo lidi kteri jako mravenci pobihali okolo a topili se a hledali jistotu v tech podivnych krabicich ktere taky zalevala voda a zadna jistota krome te ze casem bude az v jejich plicich a plicich jejich deti a synu a matek a milencu a muzu a domacich zvirat vsichni jako zvirata ktera jsou hledali ukryt ve vodou zalevanem meste plnem sedych zvratku ze zanicenych ledvin.


pavouky jsem nevidel



I find it quite funny nowadays, people thinking about apocalypse only in bad terms. In fact, all the thinking about it in bad terms, man experienced enough (orly?) can´t do anything but wonder how beautiful the impact might be.

And yes, I think that London will be the place where atom bomb will explode in 2012, and I think that it will be the big fucking ON-sign for human beings everywhere. Almost anyone has at least one human being´s fond of there. I can almost feel the tears.

OR THEEZE?

http://www.gooctopusink.com/SOSORIFIC/swayze.jpg

http://www.the-prism.ch/

WANTLIST

Notes to self:

- Make yrself a tee. ´Schrodinger´s Cat Is Dead´ sounds more than vaguely interesting.
I do not like wearing white t-shirts too much, but this print is fucking orgastic.

http://www.threadless.com/product/1373/True_Love_Will_Find_You_In_The_End

The title too. Those who are familiar with me, start weeping now.

And this. I am so having this. Peanut butter, motherfuckers.

http://tcritic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/qnpbt5srrcl6mr6gd6vnquoc_400.jpg

- Buy some fucking pants. Punkass style, good, having one good trousers, good too. CARHARTT DENVER ROCKIN MEDIUM in rinsed black should do the trick.

- Buy one pair of Converse.

- Buy two pairs. One long, one short.

- Take LSD at least once before you go.

- Definitely fucking go.

- Meet Matko more. Or not more, but meet him still, he´s great.

- Buy weird books on Amazon. The grimoires and stuff. R.A. Wilson, too. Some Crowley. Those misinformation books. And so. You know where to find it.

- Buy the mp3 player.

- And seriously, pay the fucking bills, write, live, laugh and make out with nice, warm cuddly people. Then fuck off to India and stop bothering about paying any fucking bills at all.

I love you.

Kurt Vonnegut - Breakfast of Champions

What is the purpose of life?

To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool.

Dik Myko

Dostal jsem tip na ted.com ,
skvele memy.

Nezkomercionalizovany ekvivalent youtube, predavajici co nejkvalitnejsi informace.


Jill Bolte Taylor got a research opportunity few brain scientists would wish for: She had a massive stroke, and watched as her brain functions -- motion, speech, self-awareness –- shut down one by one. An astonishing story.


http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html

hurrrrr hurrrrr hurrrr

Ten line-up. Ten line-up. Ahhhhhhh.

Anyway

The giant spiders have come to haunt me again in my sleep.
The dreams of apocalypse, giant atomic mushrooms, cult members trying to get me.
Lovecraft´s short story called ´Hypnos´ is excellent.
Reading Hunter S. Thompson´s biography. Will have it done today, bought it yesterday.
Virginia Woolf is harder to read.
I suppose I have cancer. My testicular tumor is called ´The Turd´.
I feel a story coming.

Cats are running here. One of them is called ´Old Murder´, because she is old and she has this murdering look. I have not seen her yet, she lives behind the cupboard.

Got terribly drunk on saturday evening. Wallet with all money I got left was stolen. It was a lot of money. Puked on Prague and Prague has won. Have bruises. Sore throat.

My great writing career has to start. Need and want and want to get to India asap.

David Lynch - Problem Solver

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeNRl4glyqo

BIG FUCKING LOL

David Lynch forever :)

Deathsucker Rec.

http://rapidshare.com/files/67254694/DJ_C-Sonic_Weapons_EP-_DSR23_-Vinyl-2007-DEF.www.gabber.od.ua.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/104734809/Eustachian_and_The_Teknoist-Drunk_Drunken_Drunkard-_DR28_-Vinyl-2008-DEF.www.gabber.od.ua.rar

Fucking dreams

Shiteyes. Ahhhhaaahhhhh. Fuck.
Have enough money problems to not need some fucking dreams about nuclear explosions. Travelling somewhere around Slovakia, probably Presov or Nitra or wherever I was (wasn´t Bratislava for sure, I know that place very well for that) i just told her to get down after watching it explode while we were in the bus. So we got down and I told her not to look at it and so and then we walked outside. Suppose I could get this into ´The Turd´ somehow. Maybe going to watch ´Threads´ today. I don´t think I even fear this fucking thing but something in it makes my bowels go all the wrong ways.

And awoke fucking horrible today, I sense some general family fuckup incoming, the night was GUHHHHHH, and I am HUNGRY and I know I have to to the pushups and other shit first.

Hope I didn´t break your gentle aura with so many bad words. Ales off.

Goatlab Radio with Parasite & Juxtaposeur [2008]

1. Atiq - It Was Here (Mindtrick)
2. Gromov - Bring Da Noise (Allergy)
3. Cardopusher - Fighters Unite (Brothers in Blood)
4. Juxtaposeur - Jungle Appleseed
5. Goth-Trad - Far East Assasin (Skud Beat)
6. Celebrity MUrder Party - What Time is Dub
7. Siriusmo - Wow
8. Gromov - Raving (Allergy)
9. The Doubtful Guest - Electobotz (U-Ziq’s Junobotz Mix)
10. Ben 10 Theme (Juxtaposeur Remix)
11. Amon Tobin - Kitchen Sink (Clark Remix)


http://rapidshare.com/files/92803329/GoatLab_Radio_Feb_2008.mp3

Pacheko & Cardopusher - Mixtape for Tranquera.org

Venezuelan compatriots Pacheko & Cardopusher offer up this selection of their choice pickings of dubstep for the Tranquera collective, and it comes proper and heady. Not as brutal and in your face as I generally opt for when it comes to dubstep, this mix is a bit more airy and moody while still retaining a serious headnod value. Lots of dubs and forthcoming releases, definitely take note.


http://xprm.net/netrelease/pacheko-cardopusher-mixtape-tranqueraorg

What´s New

Apart from that. Bough new comicbooks. Seven Soldiers of Victory and Promethea, first books. Love both. Had great time in Vienna and Bratislava, been drinking on college and eating a lot of good food, started working out again, muscles on my right hand ache like shit.

Probably gonna get some work for a month or so, want to get rid of financial shitness all around me and get some money for the travel which should start in the second half of september.

Bought a moleskine - already through some pages, writing spoiled stuff, some concepts to the ´The Turd´ project and Punisher miniseries, mostly. And some poetry, about pissing and shitting, so far.

Read Hammet´s Maltese Falcon, now getting through Reggis Jaufret´s ´Asylum´, Promethea by Alan Moore and ´Karma Diagnostics´ by S. N. Lazarev.

Watching Infernal Affairs, yes the movie that Scorsesee used for Departed. Tony Leung and Andy Lau rule.

And yeah, I downloaded shitload of comicbooks and five new episodes of Weeds. Need to get some bank things fixed, then gonna immerse my soul in love, tofu and those.


Fuck everything hurts I don´t wanna work out again but I have too. My body looks funny. People laugh when they see my tits.

You´ve been photographing again

Yes I´ve been again, with Morka.









We work together just fine, nice brainstorming/drinking/laughing/photographing clouds above our heads.

http://www.newsarama.com/film/080807-dark-knight-returns.html


Great article, laying some seeds and deducing the same thing that I´ve deduced after seeing ´The Dark Knight´.


´What do you call a sequel to a film (which curiously broke the naming precedent of the five "Batman" films before it) called "The Dark Knight"? A film in which in its closing moments, the protagonist runs off into the night, literally chased by dogs, his future as the protector of Gotham City in doubt?

Why, if you want it to actually star the Dark Knight, you call it "The Dark Knight Returns" of course.´



..I see the eyes shining and mouths gaping all over the world.

Substitutes

Mechanical bird falls into eyesight;
Uninterested non-leaving shivers succumb me,
without warning I am swollen, pins strike flesh,
gravity pulls me down from the tree.

Nose blossoms with it's fruit, face-shared,
imminently non-existant nut crushed,
full of strawberries.

Flip flop - metallic sound of the wings above,
battery acid hurricane, he doesn't scare me,
it just that

earth has it's own, Saturn-like imagery;
Ring of orbiting animal astronauts,
all deeply preserved, violet, iced and sugarfree.

His name was Barney,
he liked looking at the moon and eating rice krispies with milk.

:))

femme (1:35) :
..
ospale (1:35) :
. . . . .
femme (1:37) :
som citovo deprivovana
femme (1:37) :
chyba mi puschkin black sun.
ospale (1:37) :
chapu te, me chybi more
ospale (1:37) :
more chlastu

Ah-ha

Ahaha. Got it. But still, I like the old minima white more. Is there some way to configurate it in simple blogspot menu? I have hopes, you see. I has them.

Anyone who'll tell me how to..

..make the screen of this blog fit the photographs gets one wish on me, be it cunnilingus or heavy drinking with one unimaginably good-hearted smelly bastard jabbering about comics, love, music and writing and women and tons of other funny and beautiful but tiring-if-it's overdone shit. The shit thing obviously works except for women. I love you all, you bitches, you.

Wild water, my head

Love this one.




Been workin' with Holga again, fell in love with her again, there's no missus like this fucken one. Want to buy one with fisheye lens and 35mm add-on and take her for my trip to India via Turkey, Iran and Pakistan. Some pictures from last 3 films underneath, let me know what you feel and think of them. Done around Cunovo, near Bratislava.

Read or reading right now;

Palahniuk's essays (amateur wrestling, life in a navy submarine, etc.), portraits of people (Julliete Lewis, Ira Levin, Marylin Manson etc.) and some personal stuff about his life. Brilliant and vivid journalist skills, weird bits of life around us. So if you love weird shit (if you didn't, you'd not be here, the chances are), dive in.




Read today. Will read again. Not sure of it yet.




One of the best comicbooks I've ever read; Stanley Kubrick and P.K. Dick meet melancholic story about empathy, time, love and all those things behind it. That means even Adolf Hitler and travelling through time to kill him, really. Don't let the contrast of 'funny drawings' fool you, you deserve this comics and it deserves you.




Like Salinger but better. Columbine-like shootings, dumb people, barbecued chicken wings, fucked-up journalists, police, pedophilia, massmedia hysteria and the sole survivor of the shootings, Vernon G. Little, walking smiling to the cross. Add something little Vonnegut-ish to the mix and you're in for a ride. Booker Prize Winner 2003.



Grant Morrison is the fucking god.


The mutant child of Alan Moore, Terence McKenna and Robert Anton Wilson, Morrison has emerged as one of only a handful of comics writers with a true voice and vision. He's as fascinated by paranoid conspiracy theories and the Kabbalah as he is by superhero archetypes. They're all played out in this psychedelic science fiction adventure. Like his best-known works The Invisibles and Doom Patrol, this story follows a subterranean organization with terrifying science at its disposal—but in a break from Morrison's previous works, covert government agency the Hand is actually working to maintain the status quo against the mass hallucinations of a society that needs to dream. The story follows Greg Feely, a balding, middle-aged man who wants nothing more than to look at porn and care for his sick cat. It soon emerges that Feely is actually Ned Slade, special negotiator for the Hand. As Feely/Slade tries to decide which personality he really is.. lalala

(Entertainment Weekly)




Read on monday-tuesday. Intriguing, but I need to think about it some more. Will definitely try one more Kundera, it read great and was worth it, at least.




Umberto Eco's famous work on literature, writing and everything you can possibly encompass into six pieces of lectures that he once made in Harvard. Humorous, witty, passionate and mind-enhancing.