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<title><![CDATA[Hey, Sifilis.."pupati-as portofelul"..Nu citi asta..asta daca stii citi.]]></title>
<link>http://officialfuckoffs.wordpress.com/2007/11/13/hey-sifilispupati-as-portofelulnu-citi-astaasta-daca-stii-citi/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>officialfuckoffs</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[m-am saturat.unde sunt vorbele frumoase.un om bun.un trandafir frumos.
unde sunt eu,singur,departe d]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>m-am saturat.unde sunt vorbele frumoase.un om bun.un trandafir frumos.<br />
unde sunt eu,singur,departe de lume, masti,cosmaruri monotone, roboti grabindu-se spre<br />
servici,spre birou,o existenta de pe o zi pe alta.tusul sarbatorilor,culoarea amintirilor.<br />
sa recunsc ca sunt trist?m-am pierdut undeva in trecut, in urma cu 3,4 ani.<br />
mi-am murdarit aripile.zambetului fluturelui pe chipul meu.<br />
nu te superi, prietene..folosesc punctele prea des.folosesc gresit gramatica.<br />
asa-i ca-i ?!</p>
<p>i.n.c.u.i.a.t.i.</p>
<p>cartarescu.."un pervers..S.F..plagiator.."</p>
<p>lume oarba<br />
lume oarba<br />
lume oarba<br />
lume oarba</p>
<p>e trist..e trist pentru ca sunt un nermenic.."arogant"..nu de alta..dar asta ma face<br />
sa ma simt singur.</p>
<p>hmmm...<br />
n-am fost prea artistic de data asta?<br />
fara praf de ingeri..fara sex serafimic..gust de sani pe buze..<br />
eh..foloseste-ti cortexul :)</p>
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<title><![CDATA["I'd heal a million wings, but I can't heal mine."]]></title>
<link>http://officialfuckoffs.wordpress.com/2007/09/30/id-heal-a-million-wings-but-i-cant-heal-mine/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 08:04:08 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>officialfuckoffs</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[
Azi noapte e prima oara cand mi-as fi dorit sa mor inecat cu voma in somn..O doza de praf din aripa]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="right"><a href="http://officialfuckoffs.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/piano_keys1.jpg" title="suflete.."><img src="http://officialfuckoffs.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/piano_keys1.jpg" alt="suflete.." /></a></p>
<p align="right"><a href="http://officialfuckoffs.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/piano_keys1.jpg" title="suflete.."></a>Azi noapte e prima oara cand mi-as fi dorit sa mor inecat cu voma in somn..O doza de praf din aripa stanga.. serafim in sevraj..e destul incat sa nu va vad..</p>
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<p align="center">Renunt.. reneg Non-Dorinta..si imi permit.Imi permit sa imi Doresc.. Visez.. in culori pe imprumut.Imprumut de Picasso..Dali ..nu pe fond gri..renunt la Buddha..Platon.. dogme.. dogme.. Socrate..</p>
<p align="center">Imi Doresc sa fiu nota Si din partitura lui Beethoven..Imi Doresc ca trupul si sangele-mi sa fie nu din Iisus, ci din Fur Elise.. Adagio molto e cantabile..</p>
<p align="center">Imi Doresc sub vant de aripi si frecvente de Paganini si Bach sa mor in Biblioteca Congresului traind..in unde.. cerebrale.. pene..umplute de cerneala..'sange albastru'..</p>
<p align="center">Imi doresc..transcendent..</p>
<p align="center">..vant de aripi..</p>
<p align="center">..suflet de fluture..</p>
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<p align="center">..suflet izolat..</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Trandafirul din centrul 'lumii'/ Fluturi..]]></title>
<link>http://officialfuckoffs.wordpress.com/2007/09/20/trandafirul-din-centrul-lumii-fluturi/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 13:44:23 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>officialfuckoffs</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Printre ciorile umane &#8230; &#8216;adulti&#8217; cu complexe oedipiene ..astept de o vreme incoace]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Printre ciorile umane ... 'adulti' cu complexe oedipiene ..astept de o vreme incoace .. de cand am gasit lumina... si DA am gasit lumina... pe tavan... astept asa nitel sa observ trandafirul din centrul 'lumii'. Mi se pare ca astept sa ma plimb printre ponei roz..pe strazi pavate cu vise..cu un fluture imaginar ce-mi contureaza cu praf din penele ingerilor o aureola in jurului fetei mele triste..Daca voi aveti un milion de motive sa fiti tristi... motive ce stau doar la baza piramidei necesitatilor (somn,sex,mancare..etc)... Eu am un singur Infern al lui Dante in mine ce ma roade..si v-ar roade, ca o molie ce se zbate in foc, toate suferintele voastre... ("cainele meu e mai destept decat al tau!!")..<strong> Moare geniul din mine..si sunt sigur ca si cel din tine..tremura in cavou..</strong></p>
<p align="center">Mai vorbim, omida mea..</p>
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