Κυριακή, 17 Αυγούστου 2008

International (misery) marketing



…always look on the bright side of life…


Nothing is the same anymore. Looking for yourself around the high ways, rescheduling your life disasters and planning their annual repetitions, driving alone in the middle of the night, getting drunk by your own misery, realising how lonely you feel among others and how crowded your head gets when is left alone with the rest of the body in the corner of loneliness, awaiting a bloody death who always postpones his duty.. Symptoms of a fake life pretending existence and misleading you to the highways of emptiness. Nothing is the same. You are not the same as you was. At the contrary,everyone else is so predictable and dull ; you just cannot tolerate their immobility. It seems that the only thing going on is you. No, is not your turn yet to come out from the backstage and claim the glory of being someone else. Your duty is an endlessly rehearsal and by no means are you ever to be a good actor. You try on fake personalities, you put on multicolour glasses, you move your head to change perspectives but everything remains dull and predictable. You feel different but the very moment you feel proud of being a “rare avis” personality, a mirror stands just in front of you and you realize that you are just a dull part of the whole picture.
Your everyday life proves it, your stupid concerns TOO.

(τουρού, τουρούρου, τουρουρού...)

7 σχόλια:

Διάσπορος είπε...

Όλα είναι μια τσίππα πουπάνω στη γυμνήν και απλήν αλήθειαν που κολυμπά μέσα μας, απλή, χωρκάτισσα χαμογελαστή-η οποία κρύφκεται άμπα τζιαι κρίνουν την οι επιτήδειοι. Άμα ππέσει η κρούστα τζιαι φανή η ουσία, πολλοί φοούνται τζαι φεύκουν, άλλοι μεινίσκουν. Άμαν αμυνούμαστεν για χάρην της κρούστας, πικρή γεύσην έχουμεν συνέχεια στα χείλη. Ξέρω.

dokisisofi είπε...

O kathenas me ta gialia pou diathetai etsi to vlepei. Esenan i xorkata sou alitheia as poume prospathei na kripsei tin pourekomania tis metamorfonontas tin se...fusion mageiriki?
Dld xoris tin gemisi tou kosmopolitismou miniskoun sou ta tsiaklamouthkia??? Nai alla stin prokeimeni to xorkatikon en i krousta.
Opas! I xorkata ousia mou possiepazei! Paw na kriftw!

(kai egw pou enomiza oti itan na me krakseis gia ta egglezika mou:PPP)

Διάσπορος είπε...

ετσι οπως το λαλεις. καμνω μαλιστα τζαι χωρκάτικα πουρεκκια αλλα δεν εμεινα ως τζαμε να ικανοποιούμαι -δείχνη ανασφάλειαν δηλαδή τζιαι "εξελιξην" της σκέψης. επειδη το ξέρω ομως τζιαι το δείχνω, εν εντάξει. αυτο εννοω να φύει η κρούστα ---τον εαυτον δεν πέρνουμεν σοβαρα


τα εγγλέζικα σου εν της αγγλίας όμως. εθθα σε κράξω, εν εχουν λαθη unacceptable, χαμογελώ όμως επειδη εν βγαλμενα καθαρά που μυαλόν που εχει ελληνικότατην σκέψην και εικόνες>>>΄_)

dokisisofi είπε...

Eipame einai international ta xalia mou simera. Marketing mizerias akoma kai glossikis.

agapitekyrieimerologie είπε...

Μου θύμισες ένα κομμάτι των radiohead, το "Fake Plastic Trees" το οποίο, να μου επιτρέψεις, να σου γράψω:

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out...
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins..
And it wears him out, it wears him out...
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out...
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.

tubemap

dokisisofi είπε...

Vazw plwri sto katevastiri na to vrw! An kai me tetoia argi sindesi tha me spasei..An krinw omws apo tous stixous, tha apozimiothw deontws!

agapitekyrieimerologie είπε...

αν δεν το κατέβασες ήδη,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeowFbvpu0U

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