The "must go" show!

Lumina din lumina

Azi am fost si am luat lumina. Nu va ganditi la lumina din lumina! Eu am luat de la colt de strada. Au la turci sau au si turcii. Pai da, nu! Ei de ce nu ar avea!Si am gasit chiar ieftin.Mai ieftin decat la supermarket. Lumina mea palpaie ca flacara unei lumanari in adierea vantului. In fiecare an multa lume se strange intr-o anumita zi, intr-un anumit loc -nu asa oriunde -ca la colt de strada de exemplu -sa ia lumina. Chiar saptamana trecuta imi povestea o conationala a mea mutata la Bruxelles ca intr-o duminica din aprilie anul curent a plecat de la biserica St Catherine cu lumina si s-a rugat de soferul de autobuz al retelei bruxeleze STIB sa o lase sa urce cu lumina ca sa ajunga cu ea acasa: "Stiti monsieur, la noi asa se obisnuieste sa luam lumina si sa o ducem acasa. Asa e traditia!" Daca asa e traditia trebuie sa ne conformam, nu! Femeile ninja fug ca de dracu de lumina.Sunt o gramada de femei ninja la Bruxelles.Odata chiar m-am speriat rau de una ca nu avea lumina deloc.Abia daca-i vedeam ochii. Lumina asta e mare curva. Unii vin sa o ia iar altii vin si o cer. Nu o sa uit niciodata cum in fiecare luna auzeam cum pe culoarele blocurilor gri se striga: Lumina! Lumina! Vedeti, oameni buni! daca ati luat lumina acum trebuie sa o si dati. Lumina din lumina. Lumina te ilumineaza. Lumina are mai multe faze: cele mai cunoscute fiind cea lunga si cea scurta. Cea lunga se zice ca are mereu cautare si i se deschid multe porti. Cea scurta e mai intensa si cu ardere imediata dar are viteza. Multi s-au ars cu ea. Viteza luminii nu poate fi depasita. Lumina se stinge si se aprinde. Lumina e ubicuua. A aparut inaintea noastra cu multi ani lumina. Lumina poate fi favorabila sau nu. Din lumina pot sa sara intotdeauna scantei. In concluzie fiecare cu lumina lui. Despre luminita o sa va spun cand o gasesc. Asteia ii place sa stea la captul tunelului.Pai, sufletul meu! Ce faci tu la capatul tunelului, fata? Vino aici in luminis sa ma luminezi! Si s-a facut lumina! Amin! PS -am auzit ca e bine sa zici amin. Doar dupa ce ai terminat -la sfarsit!Amin!

She's Madonna

She's a bitch, She's a lover,
She's a child, She's a mother,
She's a sinner, She's a saint,
She doesn't feel ashamed,
She's your hell, She's in your dream,
She's nothin’ in between!
She's Madonna - in a suitable dress trying to win an adoption case.

I love this beat -this fuckin' bloody beat

It's fucking fantastic!

It's fucking fantastic
life in plastic
But underneath your skin
It's only vermin!

It's fucking fantastic
to pretend you're orgasmic
when all your mind
is just sarcastic!

It's fucking fantastic
to take your life as plasmic
when everybody points out
drastic!

It's fucking funtastic
to have inside
the chronic, contagious
tabacco!

It's fucking fantastic
the cascading serotonin
Antidepressant mescaline!

Poke me!

"Who took my bowl of glass?"

There is not a single day without a challenge at my work; We work hard, we play hard; I could not help posting the e-mail I received today from a "lady colleague";
She's in grief and there is nothing I can do to help her. Enjoy!

"From:
Sent: 27 February 2009 14:11
To: BRUCLN: Brussels All Staff Distribution List
Subject: Who took my bowl of glass?

Dear all,

Yesterday a bowl of glass with his glass bell stood on the kitchen sink just coming out of the dish washer. Today it seems this has been disappeared. I have looked in all the cupboards, but I haven't find it anyware. This belongs to my mother and she is not going to be very happy if I tell her that this has been lost on my work.
If someone has seen this bowl or has seen the person who took it, can you please let me know something? Or to the person who, maybe by accident, took this bowl, can you please put it back on the place where you find it? I would appreciate this very very much,

Kind regards"

Ocean of White 2009