Eu cand o sa mor, il chem pe sf petru la mine,mi-e lene sa merg pana la el ca sa ma trimita in iad. Si vine sf petru in fata mea…fac si eu ca tudor chirila…ii cer o bere si o vodka.
mi-l imaginez zicand ” ‘te draq Razvane, acu se vine? nu vezi ca avem meci si noi? hai, zi repede…sus sau jos?”
“hai ca ma grabesc. daca nu te hotarasti te trimit jos. si vin mai tarziu sa te iau. cand s-o trezi iisus, ca a avut noapte grea ieri. A jucat boltz cu sf duh si e cam mahmur”
deci sa ajung in iad si sa ma vada Dracu:”oh, lume noua…dar vai, ce avem aici? Razvan , long time no see. Te astept de cand aveai 6 ani si-ai aruncat cu ciocanu dupa fractu”
“mai ti minte cand ai dezbracat fetita aia sa vezi ce are sub fustita? aveai 7 ani nemernicule..si ea vreo 9….ehe, las ca-ti gasesc eu loc aici”
si sa fie asa un tron frumos…a lu’ lucifer..si-un scaun gol in stanga cu “Gaby” scris sub el..dar prafuit, semn ca n-a fost nimeni pe acolo
si in dreapta un tron mic pe care apare de-odata “Razvan The Impaler”
dupa care vine draq si sterge “The Impaler”…cica “a ramas acolo de la vechiu…esti mana mea dreapta acu. ia d-aci biciu asta…”
si sa ma plimb prin iad ca semizeu…cu un Q7 cu nr “B 666 IAD”
” ‘te draq Osama…unde ti-e mohamedu acuma? taci acolo si pune caramizi..pana termini WTC-ul de reconstruit mai ai…”
sa sune odata lucifer “bah razvane, fi mah serios…avem treaba azi, n-o mai arde nasol. tre sa gaurim niste gagici. Le punem coarne si coada. hai sa vezi ce fun iese”
si numa sa vad 2 rockeritze…leather and latex…tied up on a wheel, head down…
spin them a few time until they get dizzy
then get a horn from the table…and suddenly hit her in the head with the horn. blood splashing everywhere, going down her face.”it’s a new piercing baby” i’d look at her and say
do the same to the other girl…
and then tie some chains on their horns…like cattle…and pull them to me..”you liked bdsm? you like being owned? you’re mine tonight!”
sa le leg de coarne de-un gard…si sa scot biciu..
“ce faci fetele?” sa le-ntreb…
si sa bufnesc in ras…
bici pe spinare…te doare fetele?
ia pupati-va voi doua mah!!!
asa..ia uite ce frumos va pupati..SMAF, inca un bici pe spate…
sa vina Draq si sa zica “hai mah, lasa draq fetishurile si hai sa ne terminam treaba…aici numa iad nu-i pentru tine…la ce fetishuri ai..”
Deschid ochii si vad laptopul in brate…
trezindu-ma brusc cu o pagina web cu 2 tipe in latex…o reclama la un bici pe mijlocul paginii
si mintea mea :”wtf, was i dreaming?” followed by a sigh..
-the end-

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De cateva zile am in minte melodia asta:

Queen kicks ass. May ales in concertul de pe Wembley din ‘86. 150.000 de spectatori sa cante si sa aplaude la sincron. Mi se ridica parul pe ceafa…

Love of my life, you hurt me,
You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me.

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life don’t leave me,
You’ve stolen my love now desert me,

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

You will remember when this is blown over,
And everythings all by the way,
When I grow older,
I will be there at your side,
To remind you how I still love you
I still love you.

Hurry back hurry back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life,
Love of my life.

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*kiss*

Who is the one that got away?
I guess it's that person with who everything was great,
everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong =(
There was no fault in the person,
there was no flaw in the chemistry,
but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.

*I was afraid or stupid*

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The Goal of this Special Olympics in Euforia is to finish the game with the person you want to spend your entire life with. Your lover. Your so-called soulmate.

They were all lined-up at the start line, Andrew with his lucky number “23″ on the shirt, looking towards the stadium, seeing hundreds and thousands of people cheering him, his name on big banners. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and isolated the sounds around him.All he hears is his own thoughts: “You can do it. You will do it. You deserve it.”

As soon as he reached the first hurdle, a smoke cloud appears and he suddenly is in another place. He sees his first love. Not his first kiss, but his first love. He was about 15-16 years old and she was a shy girl with family issues. She talked very slowly and gave him shy looks. They could talk for hours on the phone, but in real life they were like strangers. His heart was beating faster when near her, he believed this could work. Until one day, when everything went downwards. No more talking, no more smiling, no kissing, no touching. She left him for another guy…a jerk that made her cry. Her lovely face was touched by tears. Her sweet, sweet face, her lips…

Suddenly he wakes up on the track again, over the hurdle running towards the  next one. He’s leading the race in this event called “Finding Love”

…but there are more hurdles ahead…

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Once upon a time there was this island called Euforia. It was the middle of June, very hot outside but the streets were full. Euforia was the host of the Special Olympics and they were cheering for their country representative: Andrew. This was not an ordinary Olympic, as you will see further.

Andrew grew up in Euforia, a country renowned for it’s jolly people, happy faces and smiles all around. But he grew up sad. Sometimes you could see him smiling and apparently happy, but inside him sadness grew.

The Special Olympics here in Euforia were really special because this year there was only one event, a combination of them all: 10 miles marathon, hurdles and falling in love.

The Goal?  In the next episode…soon, only on Matthers Blog.

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…a new story coming this spring. 09.08.10 on blogs and in your minds…

Be prepared, stay close and buy tickets

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simt ca-mi pierd esenta. Simt ca ma scurg usor din lampa vietii.
Am nevoie de ceva care sa ma opreasca. Sa ma ajute…
Am nevoie de:
-liniste
-calm
-intelegere
-muzica
-un pix care sa scrie frumos
-o imaginatie mai linistita
-mai putine remuscari

o zi maxima!

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